No Regrets
His sentence trailed off, the unsaid words heavy with regret and guilt.
Regret
-transmission lost- chapter eight: regret by havoc * * * when jack awoke, he felt a chill in the tent. his eyes still closed, he reached an arm out for aria, intending to pull himself closer to her for warmth.
Regrets
"i hope you don't regret that," said mr. white, kneeling back on the opposite end of the bed. oddly, jeff didn't really regret it. maybe he would later; tomorrow, next week, or maybe never.
Regrets
Dry golden leaves rustled in the fall wind, their fallen forms scattering across dewy grass. The sun had just began to peak over the ruby treetops and scattered bright rays through its foliage. The serene scene was interrupted by a violent...
No Regrets
No regrets.
No Regrets
I had savored and experimented and experienced, and i did not look back to that with regret. i did not regret my escapades in london, neither, not those in the beginning or those that mostly happened in the small apartment of that...agile...otter.
No Regrets
No regrets." erika smiled, her face almost angelic, a goddess. she blinked once, and her tears unlocked.
The Wolf on the Lawn
regret instantly hit me, but i knew there was no take backs and by the way his eyebrow raised up, i knew that even if i could take it back, he'd stop me. "oh?" he licked his lower lip. "anything?" no going back now. "anything."
Poem #53: Regret
Hope that die; the outer shell is peeling cracked my truth has been exposed i can taste its bitterness the memories in my head sicken me i cannot catch my breath each day forever i choke on this black tar substance that which is called regret
Regrets
regrets by pyrostinger inspired by a picture by aaron/psychoram jeff flinched, his ears going back for a moment before he turned them back toward the dragon. everything about this screamed sketchy.
Regrets
The back door to the spa banged open sharply, and the old badger looked toward both ends of the alley before running to the dumpster to check all around it. Finding nothing, he looked up to the other end of the alley, where he saw the meerkat from the...
A General’s Regrets
Are you regretting my gifts?” asked the deep, rumbling voice, its origin kept in the dark except for the four glowing white eyes flashing through the mirror. “get away, fiend! i do not want any more of your gifts!” “but they’re gifts.