Sabhira's Daughter #49
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BOVINE PARENTS (Ch. 4)
Five hours of sheer agony, and his reward for enduring it would be a night of existential turmoil should the sandman not put his mind at ease. "mooh..." he said tiredly. sections of the chamber floor were more padded than others, and invited his rest.
The Human Species Ch. 35 - Suppressed Personality Cyon
Lucario kept going while angrily tugging at his bushy chest hair, the pain not even making itself noticeable in the turmoil of his mind, "hell, if i really was ethan, that means i was praised, hailed and treated like a damn king just for being human!"
Dispersal of the Prince
I could watch your way collapse in on itself, stay my hand--and you would fall nonetheless--into civil decline, oppression, rebellion, turmoil, and finally, you would revert to your base design.
Can't Take My Eyes Off You Ch. 9
My inner turmoil was still raging when seigi finally looked away from me. he slowly got out of bed, and looked at me one last time. "i'm so sorry kausn. please, tell me you forgive me." "i don't know if i do."
Seeing Starrs
And she stepped out of the elevator and walked through the turmoil of ringing phones and messy desks to her cubicle at the far side of the room.
Restless Winds.
~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~ besieged emotion, conflicting in turmoil. clouded skies above. a wind filled torrent, rending asunder what stood. frantic waves of grass.
A Shelter from the Cold
Time moved in erratic ways, she knew, when the heart was in turmoil. ageron was gone, and the scar she had left in thareena's soul still pained her.
One Crazy Accident (pt 1)
Drowsiness started to take hold of him again, the emotional turmoil of what was going on had exhausted him and he laid down on the bench and fell into a fitful sleep.
The Helping Hand
Thrown into turmoil, yet another endless maze. trapped within my own thoughts, unable to find light. is jealousy ever justified? anger, even? is this what i'd desired? hope, even? the word is foreign, an unknown language.
OC: Zoya Markov
The emulation of her father is her only way of coping with the emotional turmoil brought on to her by the absence of her mother, zo raids her father's liquor stockpile for a few sips of gin or vodka to null the voices in her head that nag her constantly.
Sheer Turmoil Utter Peace Chapter 3
**Thanks for the comments and advice, I'll definitely try to make my chapters longer, but also because I think that I tend to cram too much information and description into each paragraph I'll try to simplify things so that the flow is...