To The Shrike
The painting in question is titled shrike on a withered branch.
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This withered and frail skin is finally cracking all the while i hate myself for all i'm lacking when will i see that i let this happen to me when will i see that the drugs aren't going to set me free?
Strength of a New Guardian
The gauntlet withers as the light from his bracers and anklets wane. immediately, he turns to look toward ent's tree. the tar is slowly melting away, leaving the tree standing, marred and withered from the rot.
Stories in Six Words
Plants withered. we starved. insulted dragons? better have fire insurance. she died, and he was lost. for sale: exotic dildo, slightly used. in darkness, their true selves revealed. wow! such memes!
Snow
Soft sheets of snow blanketed the ground of the witheringly wonderful wonderland that was his backyard. taking a timid, trembling step outside his house, his eyes pointed to the grey, great sky.
A Wish Gone Wrong
He let it go as the blood drained out of the withering length, nerves compressing down and becoming more sensitive as it became a clitoris.
Sci-Fi Game Demo
Without room to grow, your people stagnated, technologically and culturally, and as your kind remained hidden away in the arai, slowly withering, beings developed on another world.
Autumn's Memories - short poem
As the plants finally wither, snow takes the stage, blanketing the streets with white, and icy winter days. like all of the great seasons, autumn is not just a departure, it's our renewal, and a greeting all the same.
Embracing Your Fears
Jake screamed and tried to reach up with the other hand but it too lost all of its muscles and bones and withered towards a stump sticking out comically from his former shoulder.
Life-less...
Me make clear, i always loved your being as i slip into tomorrow never to be, your the purest light among the darkness i'm seeing your lips call me, for embracing of angelic emotion beyond deaths control my body won't return, my soul will wither
The Sisters of Vengeance
But you who have withered the ages you swore you would save. their rosary's strung with the sins they will carve on your grave. if no one else hears or remembers the cries of the slave they will count the injustices.
De-Evolution - NaNo Day 14
She tied his rabbit to the other end of the rope her rabbit was on, and draped the dead hares over black elk's horse's withers, since the lakota warrior would be heading back to the house before tisha or marco.