Last Rites
Tilting her head back, she studied the skeleton tree branches that traced dark patterns in the washed out sky, which was as bleak as tepid water. snow did not dare cling to the branches, as every needle had long fallen from the pines.
Trans Lab 002
I peered out into the bleak empty corridor. 'not to exiting around here, is it?' i asked her. she just smiled and started walking down the hall. the evil kind of smile where she knows something that i don't.
Chapter 3: A Whisper of Shadows
By the end of her short speech, it was as if katsumi had forgotten about our bleak surroundings, even perking up her ears. i hadn't, though, and noticed that a light breeze had started blowing down the path.
Our City - Prologue
"_ the creak of springs, like hinges on an old door, sounded in the bleak room as she thrust off the sheets and pushed herself off the bed. the strain of the floorboards greeted him.
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 50: Weep For The Future, Weep For Us All (The Other World Part V)
It is very bleak and you know, dark in here._** "that is what i feel right now- hopelessness, despair, misery." i said to the black and white outline. **_it is what you make of it. for instance why not something less bleak?_** "like?" i asked him.
Song of the Summer King: Chapter 2
He stared until the speck of raven disappeared into the bleak green of star island. there were too many reputations to guard. his own, kjorn's, his mother's. even caj.
Purge
A bleak and blighted world locked in limbo. my eyes were well adjusted for the perpetual darkness that engulfed the world.
Frankie meets Chad
He carried on strolling till he reached the edge of the pride lands; beyond was a bleak lawless land, nothing like the tranquillity of the pride lands.
Like Glass
Alex drifted through the bleak back alley pubs for many years, listening to the wails of amateur musicians, voyeuring the works of drunken painters, watching the short wick of other sketchers sputter in the grip of their own vices.
My Gryphon, My Savior
"he's guarding his prey," she thought bleakly, though she noted that the cold died off a little when he was blocking the entrance partially. she stayed in the corner for most of the night, watching it carefully.
Hittin' The City
The squabbling started after a few bleak moments of peace. fingers were pointed, and voices were raised, with sputtering chunks of delicious confectionery dancing across the kitchen table.
In Misty Pools Way Down Below
#2 of po-eems this poem i had sent to several competitions and such, and in all instances had been rejected due to its bleakness. whatever, man. pink slips make good kindling.