Writing Exercise 1- Make Me a Suit.
Outside she was greeted by a young wolf with white fur and a air of smug confidence about him, stringing a bow with a grim look etched upon his features. "valgar, what it is?" "pixies."
After the Storm - Part 33 [Sunsets]
Leaf's expression turned grim almost immediately.
Defeat is not Surrender
We must not fear to hold the line against those who seek cold unflinching power, reckonings, vendettas grim and old.
Vargothen - Constructing A Foundation (Session 2)
The archers and warriors that returned with us grimly nod at eachother taking time to say the typical "you did what you could." and "he died a matyr." and all that junk.
Not even a demon can split us apart
A grim thought arrived to georg's mind. "who are you?" asked dan firmly but looked like he knew the answer. "i'm lucifer, the demon!"
Welcome to The Real World Chapter 2: Q&A
Pete nodded, looking slightly grim. 'what is then, some maniac evil digimon who wants to destroy both our worlds or something?' 'not quite.
Light Bane: Chapter 49
Ulster's expression was grim, causing adeline's eyes to widen in shock. "your family is fine, addy," he said, causing her to sigh in relief.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 9
That night they all convened around their fire, and valdigt noticed a grim worry on the king's face. he stared into the heart of the flames and waited, unmoving. the night drifted and time seemed unending.
The Demon in the dark before the Angel in the light
Umm.. well this is my first story i hope you enjoy and please post comments let me know what i could do better and if you like it **prologue:** my name is blood dupree i am the mad hatter and i am a murder the grim reaper a demon and a true evil that walks
The mirror pool
She said grimly, glancing over her shoulder i followed her gaze there was a shadow on horizon, looked like the shadow of a cloud sweeping over the horizon. "you have to leave." she said bluntly.
Finally Complete
As she approached it, the grim reality became clear. the animal was dying. she stroked over its rib cage, examining the broken bones, raised her bloodied hand. a sleeping thought deep inside her started to unwrap as she inhaled the thick scent of blood.
Poems for Joseph Jackal
Even if they experienced a bad chafe your hammer swings without hesitation though it seems it's heavy, you act as if it were light oh how it slams down without resignation on those you want to smite though you mold them, it's a fate i do find grim