A Hunters Snare
She said, kneeling down and quickly wrapping the wound in her torn sleeve. something about the way she had said what she did caused the butterflies inside me to start a square dance.
Love for one
I hope we are never torn apart. for i simply could not get by. i pray to the god's were taking at one true time. so we may never fell the sorrow of the other demise. then might we play in the star's of the heaven true light for the rest of time.
Dark transformation
With a long mournful howl he collapses on his hands and knees as two wings rip out of his back one so black it feels as if your soul is being torn out pf your body the other such a pure white it shines in the darkness.
Why
Bruises and torn skin blood and breaks. they are oxygen. i am a fox cunning and guileful, with swift mind and sharp tongue your wits are a puzzle, meant for amusement. angry words and disagreements retorts and rebuffs.
the youngins yearn
Poety our cities are torn and burned, as were are trying to find something for which we yearned, as these promises which are broken and scorned.
The Anvil of Dawn, Chapter 8: Do Not Look Down
The black dragoness screamed, but nothing left her throat, the torn and shredded larynx not cooperating. instead, liquid cascaded down her throat, choking her and dragging her down below the surface.
Contrasts of Bittersweet
For all that i give, as my being is torn apart now? the selfish me will cry, the foolish one will die. my tears are falling now. the answers are gone, left without song, but my voice is singing somehow.
Underground
Picking through fragments, of a love once torn. i think of all our memories, and a child that was born. many say we should never have met, i could not have been more deaf. as i saw you in the summer, unknowing of the future death.
Creative Writing Prompt #5: Tone
His clothes were a little off; hurriedly thrown on and seemingly half torn. he said a few harsh words, trying to say them calmly, but screamed them out. the other man's smile vanished into thin air, to be replaced by a scowl, baring his teeth.
Rise Up
Those who will oppose me will be scattered and torn their cries echoing from the dusk 'til the morn and those who stand with me will earn their own praise as i carry them up with me into the brighter days.
I love you....
She says that it is over that is really it this time her life is torn apart and her heart is in a bind patiently waiting for those feelings to fade away it makes it harder when he crosses her mind everyday.
The One in the Shadows 'intro'
Dressed in black war torn boots, pants, jacket and leather gloves. around his neck is an iron cross, on the back of it reads 'blood and honor'. his heart is full of pain and sorrow, he beleives in no god... but that there is only hell.