Ever Wondered What a Bottle Of Piss Smells Like? NEW STORY! · 8:31pm Aug 24th, 2014
Sweetie Belle finds an assortment of piss bottles in her closet....
Wanna know what happens next? READ IT HERE!
Sweetie Belle finds an assortment of piss bottles in her closet....
Wanna know what happens next? READ IT HERE!
First I wanna say thanks to everyone who motivated me to stay here. Thanks to so many awesome people on fimiftion I regained the motivation to continue writing. To prove that I'm here to stay, I have just uploaded a new story, "Forever Rooted" Inspired by the giving tree. YOU CAN READ IT HERE!
Thanks again, and expect to see a whole lot more from me in the time to come.
Love- The Orange Nebula
Explanation time. I said goodbye, gave you a final fic, and here I am, not even a day later posting another blog. Before I go any further, let me explain why I wanted to leave in the first place:
I know I said my goodbyes already, gave you my last farewell. But there is still a bit on my mind that I want Fimfiction to hear. I have a final story in the works that I would appreciate my followers giving a look when its done... if you'd like to, of course.
Hello. Its me. Yeah, I'm sure all 116 of you that are following me have forgotten who the hell I am, and I don't blame you for that whatsoever. I'm just posting this as a final goodbye. But first, let me tell you about my time here.
I found a hallowed out tree today, an interesting find during any old walk through the park. Inside a rather large hole, I found what looked like a bird, a blue jay to be precise. It's wing had been folded back to the point it looked broken, its tiny legs kicked around frantically as it struggled to stand upright. Though I had no hand protection and the bird was probably wrapped in germs and things of the sort, I didn't really give a shit.
I sleep in a bunk bed; my whole life, even though I have no siblings. Since a child to scruffy teen that bed has stood as one of the few safe havens I have left. Sleeping on the top is mandatory, I never allow myself on the bottom. Fears of getting sandwiched have haunted me for far too long to face them. About two weeks ago, I heard rusting from the bed bellow. Assuming it was my dog, attempting to find a more comfortable resting spot, I shrugged it off and continued my sleep.
I love it.....
What about you.....
I love it.....
What about you.....
There wont be as many of them by the time your done reading this...