The Creed: Stand and Feel Your Worth
Seeing no one there, he looked in the bathroom to meet with a macabre sight. alice's nude form lie prone in a small pool of blood, a phone in her hand.
Beyond the Threshold - WritingGroupChallenge -
A flash of the camera captured the stillness of his victim – a macabre testament to his artistry and talent for what he had done. his furred fingers quivered, as he sent the image to his faceless employer.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 75
He knew it was terribly macabre of him, speaking to a corpse, but there were some things that needed to be said, even if it was far too late to say them. "i know you hate me, and i don't blame you.
City of Light: Chapter 43
Bodies of various races lay piled atop one another in a grotesque display, their limbs entangled in a macabre dance of death.
Black Lust
A macabre prayer hisses from the executioner's throat, pain and suffering re-spawns and tears away the sky. -end
Bullet
I was sitting on a ledge, contemplating life. A lot had happened in my life to lead me here. Some of it good, a lot of it bad, but that is what defines us as people. Isn’t it? Defines the strong and the weak, who can turn lemons into...
Project Mitosis: Chapter 1: Coming of Age
In some macabre sense, this spectacle was actually quite beautiful. within just minutes, his entire body was going through this process of stretching until finally his entire right side split from him.
[Scraps] A Bitter End (Flamechild)
I was interested to see how you guys would react to this sort of horrifying, macabre tale. something triggered deep within rowen. i won't die like this. rowen shot back up the cliff, he, somehow found it in himself to manipulate wind.
Welcome to Grimmerspace
A blond head from the top of the macabre creature repeated in that same high-pitched voice. the creature charged. goldie reflexively switched her smg to automatic and squeezed the trigger.
Devotion - Chapter 1
The actual sight of him tore me from my macabre revery.
Be Coul, Will Travel (Chapter one)
Chapter 1: the dance macabre \>sand whips past as your chariot speeds through dark, billowing clouds of sand, and lightning strikes, scorching the ground. \>this sandstorm was perfect for masking your approach to the camp your scouts had spotted.
Taste of Baker
Down her chin and body, pinks and browns and blues and other various flavors stained her, making her an artwork dedicated to the macabre. she wiped her chin and shook her head, trembling.