Rising Anew-Chapter 3, part 1-
--far to the north, in a land of faded light and soft mists, a land of strange creatures and even stranger magic, follow carnin's smell lest you fall prey to the evil of the day, &
Prologue & Chapter One - Meetings
I was given the name "mist runner", i was later told, because i pumped my tiny arms and legs as if i was trying to run through the cool early morning mists.
Epic Fourth Of July
This continued until the "mists of the deep" part, when she grabbed angry kid's arm and flung him away. he landed on the appalachian shores of the atlantic ocean, all the blood in his fists tinging the ocean red.
A boy in girls’ clothing Ch. 1
I melted in my seat; in the mists of the teacher hounding him as the same as she did me i caught his name it was race.
Home Team
Nearby, in the produce section, a young bear wearing an orange apron was misting vegetables. he heard the door open and greeted jesse out of habit. "good morning," he said, cheerfully enough, but upon seeing jesse, the joy left his voice.
In The Mist Of The Erie Isles - Episode 22
In The Mist Of The Erie Isles By Mantrid Brizon Episode Twenty-Two: Adjacent Revelation Following the forest trail, as they've been for some time, Kirsta, Irzain, Jarae and Mairlynn trudge along the earthen road....
Falling Into Shadow
No sooner had the knowledge of her past been bestowed upon her, than a translucent blue-silver wolf, which seemed to be forged of fire of the same colors, appeared from the shadows and mists that lay around the rocks.
In The Mist Of The Erie Isles - Episode 32
In The Mist Of The Erie Isles By Mantrid Brizon Episode Thirty-Two: Last Rites “H-he... He’s dead...” Valan sniffles. “Only in body. His spirit is still with us.” Lutala replies in a soothing voice. “And what good...
The Odd Couple
His favorite place to hang out, a field where in the morning the mists swirl and make the most beautiful rainbows as the sun rises above the pond.
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 4(.0)
Snow groaned in pain, his arms were pulled uncomfortably above his head. His muscles were on fire, the ground was sliding roughly under him his feet dragging through the ground. He tried to shift his arms but they seemed held fast, tried to get his...
Searcher
Watching out into fen-borne mists, calling, howling frostbitten hearts. playing cards for souls, playing glass gods in the graves, come those to the canid son. follow him, meet him, gaze withdraw, feel my asystole life beat love.
Centaurus Chapter 9
Slurred the cat girl, completely oblivious to what was going on, lost in the mists of pleasure overdose.