Kitsune Stories

Riko has been in the realm of the once thought to be mythical creatures known as kitsune. At first, she thought it was all a crazy vivid dream, but after a year of living among them, she grew accustomed to their world. Now, the idea of fox ears and tail on an individual passing by is as natural as breathing. And there is one kitsune, in particular, she has been keeping a curious eye on. Being a guest in the royal palace o...

I'm destroyed... Yet I'm living I'm weeping from endless torment... Yet all I want to do is smile I'm a rotting corpse... Yet I'm as alive as one can be I have so much pent up anger... Yet I'm as calm as a morning breeze I love you so much... It hurts to see you in so much pain My jaded gaze isn't enough to heal you, I know, But I can at least try to help with a hug My heart gives me violent pains every day, And I'm sure...

About a week ago, I started dating this guy named Trace; dirty blonde hair, normally styled up, bluish eyes. He's even six inches shorter than me (I'm 6'2"), and only one year younger, seventeen. In any case, the whole reason why we started dating was because I texted him again after six months of no contact. He eagerly answered me, seemingly happy that I had remembered him. He began visiting me again, and I told him that...