Jack Be Nimble, Jack Shrink Quick
He felt like he was clinging to the side of a rock cliff with a several mile drop behind him. enormous monsters the size of skyscrapers awaited down there to devour him.
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This isn’t just history — it’s why dreamers still wake with shadows clinging to their bones. this is the first lore drop from the sleepwalker’s lantern — a soft horror fantasy exploring the fracture between dream and waking.
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So it was they ventured forth into the terrible dark, clinging to the confident dragon like a torch sent from the gods. the air grew warm, ever thick with a cloud of moisture.
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clinging to my belt and starting to dig her front claws into my body to hold on. "it's alright. you're safe now, nothings going to happen to you." i said in as gentle of a voice as i could.
Alone on an island Chapter 4
Sable was clinging to me in total fear. i could tell from the look in his eyes that he was abandoned too, i hadn't of noticed before. the look in his eyes was of total loss in the same way i had lost my mother.
Prologue
Moments after the first gust of wind, snow began falling in sheets as if it were rain, clinging to his clothing, his hair, and even the bundled roll slung over his back.
City of Light: Chapter 56
Lost within the clouds, he’d cling to the powerful gryphon beneath him, gripping the warm, sleek feathers as the wind rushed past.
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Without further prompting, she took off running, dropping down to cling to walls and scramble across wires to make her trail harder to follow. whatever she had gotten herself into, she would have to work it out later.
My New Room
Of course my heart melts and i cling to him for dear life. he picks me up and holds me tight, petting me softly on the head and back. "let's get you changed," he softly whispers in my ear.
With These Broken Wings: Chapter 17
_ _ _ rowan was trembling with rage as she advanced forward, oake clinging to her with his short tail wagging in his happiness at being held by his mother.
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Their claws indispensable tools for clinging to the scaffold. the moisture of the falls begins to penetrate their fur. kyra crosses her arms trying to hold the warmth in.
Falling
I started to flail my arms, useless as it might've been, and tried to cling to life _for him_. there was more red and darkness than light above now. reason asserted itself in face of my own demise.