All Things Must End - Prologue
This is my first attempt at an actual story, hope you enjoy :) desolate, desolate was the word to describe the countryside during winter. the relentless snowstorms from several weeks ago have blanketed the whole of the lands in an eerie white.
Urges
This section of the woods had been ravaged by some sort of fire, leaving the place utterly desolate. no other sign of life for miles, which made it a perfect practice spot.
My Retribution
So i'll close my eyes and try to pretend that i'm somewhere else instead of this desolate land knowing that i'm coming fast to my end all is lost when you no longer hold at your hand.
Safe No more
That has been done...we fought this war we never won...the rage so red just grew inside...i cried the red, and wished to die...safe no more, no more my son...don't understand, you are to young...you'll never know of this once haven...you'll only know this desolation
Quinn's Ruin
desolation row has already been cleaned out thoroughly searched for skaven. the results? 0 sightings through hundreds of scouting missions.
Defiant Heart
desolation i know the time has come to take me in your cold embrace it's here in your arms that i learned of my sorrow and know what i must not become and with a heavy heart i abandon all hope from ever being whole again you have shown me what it feels
[yiff] Cerberus Journal - two third
Blinking, we saw now that the surroundings were desolate and scorched, alright, but not unpopulated. gargoyles, imps and even some lesser hell-hounds eyed us curiously. "wait a -moah!"
Impact
I would rather go back to my desolate life of a college student than be dead on a spaceship, millions of miles away from home. if i'm going to die, i want to die on earth." "what do you mean desolate? do you have any family?", emily questioned.
Introductory
The forest was as desolate as it could get at this time, for most of the animal inhabitants were hibernating. in the distance a small figure could be seen walking, as you got closer, the image became clear.
A Hunter's Anguish (Poetry)
The hunt may not always end in success, but there is no need for desolation, the result can yet be one of progress.
Lament's Depression
Every night, i have this dream of being trapped in a cold, desolate place where snow constantly fell from up above.
The Fool
Such a crowd around him the reason remains unknown i'm afraid i understand it all too well in fact, the reason is quite clear he does it to himself, you see shrinking from his fear and so there he will stay for all eternity upon that desolate