Transcendence Prologue and Chapter 1
#1 of jason wolfe: transcendence **transcendence** **prologue: shades of grey pools of malice** once there had been thousands of them.
The princess and the cosmonaut
Mike looked up at her seeing that her body is mostly brown with different shades of gray. sighing that he's now committed, the russian ran his hands over the furry body on him having her way with him.
December's Hope
What was once savagely shackled by shades of gray and blue, now is held tightly by hope's arms, slowly letting these empty people feel anew. however as the month of december fades from existence, the clear glass acquires its first stain.
Stranded in Space
Every inch was coated in the rather pretty shade of grey, even his feet. he winced and looked down in horror as his boots slipped off, his feet now much smaller and resembling canine paws as well.
Meeting the Pack Chapter 2
An off shade of grey with white covering my entire underside. i crossed my eyes to the tip of my nose noticing that my nose sat at the very end of a muzzle. my muzzle! oh goodness. okay now i know i am dreaming.
Estrangement
Because, for him, the whole point of his class was to "teach them how to read texts," but also, "to show that everything is a text, from dora the explorer to, shudder, fifty shades of gray." he actually said shudder.
Working Out the Kinks
He was only fifty-two, but he claimed to be seventy-three, which he pulled off quite well due to the fact that he was extraordinarily thin and bony (in no small part due to being a giraffe), and dyed what little hair he had left a light shade of grey, leaving
Kaotic beginnings - A Kaos Army story - Chapter 11
Luckily, anar was only shades of grey so it didn't really matter, but he would have liked a nice colour picture to look at. the only other photos he had of himself were ones from hell and he'd be quite happy to never look at those ever again.
Bull time
The wolf unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his fur covered torso, the lighter shade of gray looking even softer, letting the piece of cloth fall to the ground.
A wry Epiphany
Poetry and scribblings when the hallowed grounds are breached, and the blood starts to stain the sacred earth, a waste starts to spread slowly, creeping underneath my skin, making me aware that the things i hold dear, are merely illusions, the shades of gray
Prelude to Madness
A pale shade of gray... it is slowly covering me... i... i feel something... no... not that wretched greed! not again! that horrid demon...
Collared
The stone was now a very dark shade of gray, jaren saw, though for the life of him he couldn't remember why it was significant. in his reflection, he saw that while the stone was darkening, his eyes were beginning to turn whiter. emptier.