Toil and Turmoil
**toil and turmoil** egregious; a word that is seldom used in modern intercourse. possibly because of its oxymoronic quality, or maybe it just died out like everything is want to do.
Toil and TG Trouble 2
She stepped onto a soft dirt path strewn with autumn colored leaves that blanket it in patches and grass that closed in on the path from the left and right. She looked back to see the witch nod and then saw her closed the portal with a flick of her...
Toil and TG Trouble 3
1st chap: https://www.sofurry.com/view/790967 prev: https://www.sofurry.com/view/877613 next chapter of toil and tg trouble up of course that continues scooby's tour of lennek, but doing something a bit different.
Shady Impressions
toil, toil... toil and trouble. ghastly energies boil and bubble. manifest yourselves tonight so that i may place a curse upon russo by the- " "hey." "woah uh... hey again fella." "i heard you say my name and the word 'curse' in the same sentence!"
Human No More Revamp 1: Toil
WARNING: This story does not contain dragonslayer clichés. (Actually contains exposition and reference to vore) I wasn't always this way, I used to be human, what a great time that was. I can still remember my old life back in a village so small, the...
I don't want to set the world on fire
It encaged my mind with a psychological barrier of steel and iron, driving me to near insanity in the early years of toil and sweat.
The Servant Cat
Left bruised, bloody and naked, the boy blamed me for his toils. he ordered me to do good by our agreement and bless him with treasures as i had promised him.
Ragnarok - XXI
Who do men toil, when toil availeth not? why does the sun still rise? what good can it do for the sun to shine upon the world? they called me barbara after the saint who prays for those who die a sudden death.
Sunrise
Early to work, late to rise, toiling away noon to night, all thoughts by morning, crosswise. perhaps this time i'll stay awake and bask in the first light's rays, or rest 'til the pain goes away, and be lulled by soft daybreak.
A Plea for the Beyond
We humans, lost in toil and misery, hath wandered past the shining path laid out. our shame of life in rust from foolery have filled our minds that you, we should have doubt. our sins have robbed us blind your feathered backs.
The Demon Inside Me
Bitter are the unrelenting toils of life this ache inside is like an unending strife this darkness inside me is growing too deep it sometimes awakens me from my sleep the anger i feel, i too often can't control just sends me further, down this never-ending
So Much
So much pain so much sorrow so much toil trying to make ends meet. i need a way out need a way to make ends meet so i strive to do my best regardless what others say.