2626 CH20 (An Orr World Story)
He looked at the desolation, the destroyed nodes, the infected ones. he shuddered. "i was not created for such environment." angel's face softened. "none of us were, but we have a mission.
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And ever and ever and now after all the hard choices and time done and tears cried now it is time for laughter and fun sober and happy with the furs she loves because no one can take away the dream that she has always carried in her heart even during those desolate
Don't stop believing
But she must have noticed me because she spoke: "what do you seek in these desolate plains at midnight hour, little fox?" "i am out here to find the lands of my lost tribe, my people and the source of joy" i replied.
The Cat's Stroll 02
It told of a cat's travel through a cold, desolate place in search of something. this something was not specified, but it was described as incredibly precious for him.
Razzberry Wine
The two entered the desolate house, greg was here to take back any items that were important to him. when they walked inside greg couldn't help but stand there right at the entrance. everything was the same still, it was as if nothing had happened.
EPISODE TWO: THE KEY TO JUGERNAUT
This taunt caused indramon to growl loudly as he sheathed both swords and took out his horn again.†horn of desolation!†indramon yelled as the horn bellowed at kyubimon sending her flying into a nearby building. â€rika, make kyubimon digivolve again!
Steele's Vengeance
In this desolate expanse, where the shimmering northern lights dance in the inky sky, a lone figure emerges, navigating the untouched snow with determined steps.
Exit Music...
All around him in the now desolate room; were all the reminders of his time with her. a stuffed toy he'd won at the fair for her... a bed that reeked of sex... and more regret...
Fallout Tales of the Wasteland Bitch Part 1
All comments will be read and taken into consideration as to what happens next in the story don't worry :3 _welcome dear vault dweller to vault 75 your new home while you wait out nuclear holocaust so that your decendents may reclaim the desolate wasteland
soul
Broken and left by all the knives bleed it of the life blood that it has worked so hard to hold close. love. the hatred grows. the seeds have been sown, the vines sting... like venom they corse through the veins of all griping, crushing, stabbing, tearing... desolation
The Past is the Opposite Shallows
And that which the past generations have builded on seeming stone is crumbled in deep desolations, and carried away on the foam.
Mother
Why is all dead and desolate? who are you?" the man that stood drops his weapons and runs to the edge of the embankment yelling "an ancient has awoken, an ancient has awoken."