Stories tagged “deer”

  • Frustration

    The deer leaned contentedly against Elise’s hips, closing its eyes trustingly. Elise stroked its head absentmindedly as she stood looking out over the meadow. Everything was calm and quiet. She suddenly leaped high into the air and came tumbling down...

  • Deer Crossing

    “But Bambi, I…” Faline stammered, eyes wide and tearful. “Times change. Needs change,” Bambi said cooly. Thumper chuckled and flicked his cigarette against an oak, watching if it would spark the detritus among the roots. E...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.

  • The Deer

    It was dark at night, and slippery as well. I was the lucky one. The deer, frozen by instinct, was standing shock still in my headlights. I couldn’t stop for the deer. I was going way too fast. I had to go home quickly. My wife needed me. When I was ...

  • A large backyard

    Sitting on the back porch, the air is cold but sunlight irradiates my skin and warms me. There is chirping and I still myself, quiet barely breathing. Watching the tall green grass sway in the wind. Watching the blades part, allowing her to walk toward...

  • We All Wear Two Faces II! (Mature)

    The next time I came to Hollywood, it was an entirely different sort of place. The people were strange, and not the kind of strange I was used to. The people had antlers. I was on my knees, dragging myself through the dirt. The breaths came few and sha...

    • Author: keithburgun
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5

  • Sarcasm, My Dear

    Sarcasm, my dear. That’s all that was. Deer in the headlights, my dear. My sweet, simple, know-it-all. I could break you down like a gingerbread house, and enjoy it to. But I’m simply Not a simpleton, Like you.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Sarcasm

    Sarcasm, My dear That’s all that was, Deer in the headlights, My dear My sweet Simple Know-it-all I could break you down Like a gingerbread house, And enjoy it to But I’m simply Not a simpleton, Like you

  • Once upon a danger

    Deeply sleeping, never waking before the dawn, he looked up and saw the faun. Sunlight poked through the clouds, groggily he heard the baying of the hounds. Yawning awake, a shook was all it would take, to shed the sleep like so much dust. On his feet ...