Armageddon Forces by RDC
Everyone and everything fragmented from memory... there were only a few moments rest... before we burned to ash... there was no way to stop it... but now i believe we deserved it... we take everything for granted in the universe...
The Forest of Fairies
"i am familiar with the fragment of which this stranger speaks, your majesty.
"Life"
I am not christian, not religious... but those words have stayed with me all my life and these, which are not nearly so wise, are one of my attempts to capture at least a fragment of it. can you help me, my dear friends, .
Short Poem
Tear soaked fragments, reminders of the past, my effort rewarded only by fresh cut fingers, drop the pieces, once again i do. a pool of blood, sweat and tears. what do i live for, why am i here. questions unanswered, never to be till death.
Eulogy to a Snail
Its shell, now fragments, were picked, caressed by unfathomably alien wrinkles veiling another type of whiteness. light, paper, bone. it cannot be said that death came unannounced, its heraldic banner so vividly displayed.
Chronomancer Chronicles: The Burning Rebellion 2.0
The flickering fragments of memory were growing stronger now.
Chapter 49 The Visitor
So she created aonre from yet another fragment of her birth matter. she walked across the earth, creating mountains and valleys where she trod.
Predilection: CH 10: The Pillar
During the imperium invasion our greatest blacksmith crafted the bands of power from the four fragments that had fallen from the pillar.
Nine Lives - Ep2
There were definitely glass fragments in there but they weren't from any drinking vessel. this was thin glass, looked like i had most of a small vial here and some of them had what looked like liquid residue on them.
Hope - Fate of the Herd Chapter 6
There are only fragments, but they are significant. from what i can tell, all equines had at least a part of this gift, a basic telepathic sense that kept all of us part of one giant herd.
Snapshots - The Final Frontier
fragments. glass, partially shattered, surrounding me on all sides. tiny fragments scrunched beneath my bare feet, mixed with a tiny pool of bluish liquid. why was i naked? cold, so cold...
In Service To The King
But the sense of purpose dwarfed any experience from that fragmented memory to the point i readily allowed myself to disregard it.