Sacred
A broken moment, lost in failure and treachery, shattered, splintered, frayed, and, forgotten. copy-written to xander bradeshaw
Finding the Line Draft 1 CH 43
The tiger was starting to fray at the edges. "no." damian tried to keep the strands of energy from leaving him. "how is this possible?" he focused, but nothing happened. he looked over his shoulder at his body. "no."
Chapter 34 Words Spoken Too Late
Decius opened it for her to reveal corene, who fairly flew inside, her white mane frayed and flying, her eyes large and wet with tears.
What Lies Beneath.
Wires frayed, attached to the heart of a being without a soul. drained the life and shriveled up, like a flower in its final hour. fingers bleeding from razor sharp teeth, gnawing at the hand that feeds it.
No Turning Back
Better than that was how their tight, filthy socks started to fray as well, the layers of material parting with a satisfying rip.
ZEP Game Stats
60 (70), speed 1, damage bonus 1 motivations: -bioconservatism, +morphological freedom, +wealth moxie +2 skills: academics (psychology) cog15+ 40 = 55 art (xp) int15+ 50 = 63 (morph 68) deception sav25+ 54 = 70 (morph 75) disguise int15+ 40 = 55 fray
Heart Of Stone
Slightly broken, slightly frayed. i have sat for countless years. taunted by oil canvas lust, and darkened windows above. foolishly left and betrayed, please come carve a single tear. - d.ashford
Let Me Remind You (Poem)
My voice is the cure so let me remind you let me divide our discourse and fly away let me believe - that you would never go and leave me in the fray hope is our virtue and i still love you so let me remind you
What You Mean
And shield you always in every fray, never again will i let you feel grey. i'll protect you now till the end of time, until the bells of life cease to chime.
From Me To You
And who will choose to lead her away, past the nonstalgia and the fray? let these impressions settle around. as she dances neither lost, nor found.
A Light, Love
He climbed down from the castle, into the fray to answer the call of high love. no one has slept here for a hundred years. i sweep the floors and open the windows into the night, love.
Picking Up and Dropping Off
Opening his hand he saw seven ripped and waded dollar bills, bloody and frayed. his fare for the night.