The Dog House
Bond chuckled as he left the two grieving women in their dust. "producers said i gotta choose a human, j-man. like i said from the beginning: i ga'chu."
Splintered Light - Prologue, Pt 1
He'd had his time to grieve and with the business of his father's death conducted the next step would be to set the prow seaward and celebrate life.
The Old Goat
No time to grieve on the battlefield.” “oh,” said marti, her features falling. “i’m so sorry…” “no time to grieve now either,” said yera, shrugging. “we’re still under siege. if we get out of this, i’ll probably head home for awhile. take a load off.
Solar Eclipse, Saturday October Tenth
Why not rest my grieving eyes beneath his dull gold shadow? so why not taste this moment, while it lasts? for just a moment of sunset in mid-morning, then, let me be his completely. and do not doubt it's sunset. on the moon, the sun is setting.
Catalyst
There was nothing to be done now they could grieve properly once the battle was over. in all likelihood, admiral demarcus would have the fleet pull back again since their original plan failed.
Chapter 7: Soulmates
"such a kind heart, to grieve so deeply for our people as much as you grieved for your own parents. be at peace, and grieve for us no more," he heard the vixen say to him.
SWAT Kats: Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Ch 14
I'm not made of stone...i hurt...i grieve...i want you! you make it so damn hard to care but you're burned into my mind and body and i can't put you away. if that makes you unhappy...too bad!"
The Hyena’s Concubine
The hyenas laughed and the lionesses grieved. "shenzi, daughter of the matriarch, take simba, former son of mufasa, to be your lawfully wedded brood bitch?", the shaman asked. "i do.", shenzi said, giving simba an evil grin.
His First Chapter - Part 4
No, the grown man didn't grieve anymore. steven had come to terms with it, and now just focused on the good memories. that's what kept his father alive - the memories, and the way he used the lessons he had been taught.
Cons Ch 1: Retrospect
When this voice grips me, i lose my usual sunny disposition and seem brooding, grieving. so yeah, it might seem odd that a man would let his girlfriend fuck off and get fucked, but it makes sense to me.
Echoes of the Deep
#16 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/echoes-of-the-deep/ we met one summer's eve a time before i learned to grieve you had taken to the shore your ship, the maiden, had just been moored i recall
Prologue: The loss of a son
It is those moments we look upon to see if it is worth moving on, to stay with the ones you care for; grieve for the dead, but don't pity them; you have a better life, one worth living while you have it.