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Jazz Feylynn
By Anonym 19 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous. Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don't think there's a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

In mid-stroke of word and paper fusion

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

My nerves did a jitter dance,

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

We feel fighting for dominance actually shows weakness. It's much harder to hold back the wolf than to let it have free rein.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

My nerves did a jitter dance, stuck between two wolves.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Her blue eyes glowed headlight red into my leafy greens. Those eyes were freaky.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Determined to enshroud his enchantment.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

That did explain his sucky home life growing up but didn’t excuse the way he treated others. Was there childcare for abused werewolves?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

When someone says "don’t freak," wouldn’t a person think that maybe they should freak?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

No electricity, fridge, TV or game console. I guess changing from human was enough fun and games for werewolves.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Fingers you, claws me, crossed hoping Dad sees it that way.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

His eyes forward didn’t deviate from the off-road trail, his chiseled jaw gripped shut during the ride. He didn’t release any sound of explanation until we arrived.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around their twisting tongue. If a tongue twister's tongue could twist, how many twists would the tongue twister's tongue twist while their tongue was a twisting.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

I was dog-ear tired…

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight. Keys up, Keys down, Move those digits all around. One two, one two, Type a word or two.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Yes, Dad collared me before I was even born. Nevertheless, he made me the one in authority of the collar and myself.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Her wild race caused the dried-up ferns, thorny plants, and low-hung tree branches—away from the lake—to grab at our clothing in the mad dash over the narrow packed dirt through the trees.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Putting on the collar is taking charge of unexpected situations. Keeping humans from taking control from me. To tell hunters that I'm not prey. Not a trophy by wearing the collar. I looked at the circlet again. Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Maybe it's a green thing or a wolf thing or a short-circuit thing. I don’t seem to know anything.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Being a werewolf, an alpha more so, isn't about being aggressive over others but controlling yourself, the wolf's wild virus inside my DNA, and emotions that comes with the beast.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

I knew all too well the damage of scarlet ink smeared across page-after-page ...

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

I set the timer. The silent countdown, with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the twenty-minutes commenced. The ticking and tocking started its merciless countdown.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Miranda Writes: Anything you say or do may be used for or against you within a story by a writer

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Be careful. The conditions are treacherous with mud-sucking tentacles pulling shoes and socks into the murky bottom while smearing grime on those who passed by.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

You and your brother have had moments. Don'tcha think the collar's a bit much?" I could imagine Jessie hogtied with whatever was at hand by his big bad sis.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey, created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Hardened cement chunks languished on the ground. Gray dust particles spewed into every crevice. The homeless desired this place as a sheltered haven.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

I got a whiff of minty fresh breath. Definitely not, what I'd expect from a wild wolf.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

She repainted the house to resonate year round with a summertime oasis in floral colors from the backyard garden—her ceremonial grounds—keeping her in her roots of greenness.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Off Spruce, there was a little known trail. A savage gulley wound through acreage of older residential homes that met up with Green Rock Drive. A natural bouquet gust of wind assaulted me. The domestic and native encroached on each other in a battle for dominance at the edges of the cramped path's undergrowth. The tangy scent of wild onion and sagebrush intermingled with the verdant odor of wild geranium, blue flax, columbine and creeping pussytoes. The wild weeds spiced up the encroaching grass turf and the tamed floral honeysuckle vines and lilac bushes.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

I swear it looked like she wanted her words to slither around us and go out the door unheard.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

Was there childcare for abused werewolves?

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jazz Feylynn

The road had detours, stop signs, missed turns, hills and valleys, deep, deep tangled forests, ruts and potholes, icy patches, and spin-outs along the way.