MoonDust, Chapter 34
As everything imogene ever believed in crumbles, she must decide if some orders should never be obeyed. chapter thirty-four, where the end comes into sight.
Feels
My walls, that i've tried so very hard to keep up, have came crumbling down and i've hardly noticed. how could i have hardly noticed?
The Fall of Umbria
The world of umbira falls along with it's king's heart the fall of umbria castle walls crumble to dust, war upon war, fight we must, flame spreads across the whispering wood, nothing is ever as it should, the mountains cease their beautiful song, the
graveyard men - poem
#3 of poetry collection poem no. 3 they say they meet in graveyards where the leaves crunch and crumble where the men meet under the moonlight rumored has it to drink and mumble down the sidewalk they'll come paving their path in groups treading along
My...
My grief fills my eyes with tears my sorrow hits me as cold dart my mourn sprouts my inner fears my light has changed to darkness my warm has decreased to cold my strength has diminished to weakness my youth has aged into crippled old my loneliness crumbles
Lost Humanity
This isnt really a story, but just a random poem i wrote. maybe someone will like it lost humanity, by : roman alexander when everything collapses when walls begin to fall the pavement starts to crumble and dreams no longer stall i'll
Broken Web
Ronin punched him hard in his cushiony gut, and the goat crumbled forward, falling to his knees at the powerful horse's feet.
Even More Mind Control Tales
But they couldn't destroy me and now i am back, while they and their civilization has long since crumbled to dust." the rhino paused and sighed deeply.
Leveling A City And A Burden
The civet-hyena was already taller than the building as it crumbled over, and his face lit up with a wide, terrible grin as dust kicked up from the toppled remains.
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Destruction- Chapter 11- Slaying A Shark
He raced against the crumbling state of the cave, more and more debris fell from above with no telling where they'd land.
Keeper of the woods
And pour he did, the heat & sheer volume was so intense i instantly crumbled. my posture sloped almost like a long repressed cardinal instinct into a submissive mess.
Low Mumbling (Otherwise Untitled)
The funeral parlor was sinking into an oppressive silence, and the fascade of courage was crumbling without any tasks or stories to occupy the moments.