The Comforting Words of A Reptile Stranger: Andreas Remembers and Reflects on his Life and Best Friend Rep at a Pub
Ever since the incident with the bullies in death's darkest hell of winterburg andreas had taken several fighting and war tactic lessons from his father grendal which were paying off now.
A Cushy Expedition | Chapter 1 [Archives]
Wherever she went somebody would recognize her by her quant explorer's hat she wore, or her bright, beaming smile that lit up even the darkest caves she fearlessly ventured into.
Sage's Story: Part 4, A Bonding Bath and A written Night
I asked myself i decided to start with the line "in the darkest night." morning came and i was still at my desk writing.
Things to know about Portumel
Their greatest warrior is symdas, the prince who went to the darkest parts of the underground and defeated the mighty dragon noxous. aeros: a race of humanoid avians that inhabit mountains and are a constantly migrating race.
Tale Across Time: Intro
The chosen man gave a swift nod, and turned, heading over to the darkest of corners in the room, stretching his arm into the darkness, his hands grasping around an object. out he pulls a woman, naked in her barest beauty.
Open Casket
I can read peoples' minds like books, but the one thing i wanted from the preist was his darkest secret: sexual fantasy. i didn't want his phone number, his bank codes, little white lies, no. i wanted to see his deepest darkest desires.
Untitled Poem 4
You think no less or worry about me being furry, and you can make me smile, even in the darkest mile. you like this wolf for who he is, and now he wants to know if you'll be his.
Family Therapy: Rhyne Hentzel
**i have known the pain and misery of her darkest hours for a portion of my life, you feel the coldness it brings, the feeling that there isn't anyone there to pull you from it, you feel your heart turn to cold without hope.
It had been a night of my own
In the darkest of my hour's life and darkness itself have come to greet me in their embrace it is which i say alone to the night. "hello my old friends, how i love you so."
Poem: Being Afraid
Being unseen, and being afraid, and being forever lost, we need each other; we need ourselves to cope with darkest loss. to hope for days with sunshine new, we know not how to do. we only know death's siren call telling us what to do.
The Hunter
He smiled, all too happy to oblige, my deepest fantasy, my darkest desire. he made me complete, he gave me meaning, his prescence, enough to elate me.
Dear Valentine
Dear valentine, a rose for you, dear valentine, one of deepest red to match your hair of darkest black that does shine in the moonlight. will you be mine?