Shadows on The ICE Chapter2 & Chapter 3
Who was padding away towards a snowdrift clawed at by the icy winds, then he remembered how most bears know how to make snow caves and was suddenly anxious.
Autumn's Memories - short poem
As the plants finally wither, snow takes the stage, blanketing the streets with white, and icy winter days. like all of the great seasons, autumn is not just a departure, it's our renewal, and a greeting all the same.
Shattered Timelines: Battletech
He grabbed my snout and put his icy eyes into mine. "where are the rest of the midnight sons?" his icy grey eyes stared into mine searching for any clues as to if i was lying.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 58
She opened the door, freezing in spot when she spotted a familiar, feathered dragoness walking through the icy corridors. "cloaca!" iris threw her head up, eyes widening from behind the mask. "dawn!"
Silhouette of a Dream Chapter I
As soon as the water hit the fox's skin he let out a slight gasp, shivering as the icy liquid flowed down his back.
Still Searching: Lost and Found
Rik felt a familiar icy dread crawl up his spine. it was like being back in that office all over again, only this time it was worse!
Meeting Flare Chapter:1
The person helps him across the icy bridge and to the poke'mon center. once inside, they lead him to the fireplace.
1000 Years in the Making Part 2
When she found a likable spot to disembark, she whispered her farewells silently to her icy companion.
Prologue
Their eyes were an icy blue, filled with curiosity as he watched me. i heard others gather around, taking their positions around me.
Je t'aime absolument
**m** ais ici, je suis avec toi **e** n complet amour. **a** u contraire à ta croyance, mon amour est réel. **b** randon, crois-moi quand je te dis **s** eul toi que j'aime. **o** ù puis-je découvrir un tigre comme toi?
A cloudy Saturday morning, alone...
I sat in the woods last night and i drank in the sick pale light: waves of icy blue, but only vague reflections of the light of day. i saw the moon's light is not its own; it cannot exist alone. no, it would not be without the sun.
The Abyss - medium poem
Nothing can pry this icy grip away. not until my death. the cold, lonely death that i now crave. that bittersweet moment i drift from my body. painless, free, hopeful. but for now i wait. i must wade through the waters of the day.