Shimmerspark
Today our task seems bleak, i know but hear me now and stand. we will not give into the hate that strides upon this land. though we are angry, hurt, and sad, we'll not respond in kind.
The Short (and ongoing) Tale of Otterbear Inc. Chapter 2
Things seemed bleak until finally, a new laptop that would run java. the first thing i did once minecraft was downloaded was to log on to the server and get back to the factory. during my absence minecraft had had a major update including new biomes.
Thoughts on chaos and order
bleak oblivion the ultimate chaos happens and there are chemical reactions, constantly.
I Think About Revenge Most Every Day
I promise, the backlog of bleak angry stuff will be done with soon. i think about revenge most every day. i pray for it, to it. i draw its eye. i hive its hissing hornets in my heart. i wear its mask and mantle.
Bruise Vision
Failing that, can i just have the comfort of prayer or the ecstasy of signs without the bleak paranoia over circling birds?
Aboard The Grand Walker
It was just as the room he was in, metallic and bleak looking, and carried the feeling of a daunting, inedible doom.
post-society: intro
The world we must exist in is a grey, universally bleak place. it seems to be a never-ending grey, cold winter. the air was poisonous, sometimes.
Nala's Venture: Leaving the Pridelands
Nala surveyed the twisted branches of dead trees poking up here and there from the swirling dust and could not decide which direction was less bleak. her weary paws chose for her and she wandered on.
A Moment Of Beauty.
Circling around and around in the slow downward spiral, black scans the bleakness. danger lurks below. but not even danger can dim the vision of beauty seen this day.
The Son of the Scourge
The son of the scourge by foxpiper the frosty moon slowly ascended in the bleak and blackened sky, wintery winds swept over the ground, summoning nightly chills; all across mossflower woods, the dead of winter was nigh, a stillness shattered by
Forever,You and I
Voice like velvet, soothing to the mind's touch the figure introduced itself; a young man of the artist's trade: familiar with many of life's experiences he smiled and began to spin a tale of many shades a childhood bleak
Winter's Palisade Chapter 4
I thought harder,because thinking about anything else kept his mind of his bleak situation. _spots,i remember him having spots._ perhaps it was somekind of cat. or.. a snow leopard!