A Tale of Two Lives || Chapter 4 — Regrets and Reconciliation
There, only a few yards away, nolaltro saw crystalia, the dragoness he'd fallen so deeply in love with, and who had rejected him only a day ago.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IX Chapter 20
This force knows only violence and it will respond with the only answer it knows.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 21
This only proved that he was not only stupid but retarded, nothing more, nothing less. a creature unable to control his own birth element is not worth to be called true dragon. good. it makes things only easier.
Luna and Thief, OI Ch: 1
The seviper expressed and wagged its dagger-like tail - the only thing about it that didn't seem scarred or chipped. the fangs, only one, had remained unchipped.
Maybe All Confessional Essays Should Be Written In Blank Verse
Why, then and only then, it was now safe to let the prince or princess say "i loved." not "love," no present tenses. only past. "farewell" the only kiss permissible. and now, why, i am grown.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 59
You're only going to make it worse!"
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 16
In this city there was only one dragoness who he told about what happened. "iris told you everything?"
Cry me a Murder, pt 7 - The Other Side of Zero
But we both knew slater was not the only one of his kind.
Robbed of the Sun
only sick. only different. only cursed. it was no use, and slowly, surely, we began to let the line blur between the aristocratic humanity we clung to and the festering, stinking ache of our feral neighbors, some beyond recognition.
a quiet dark
Way out no other way he only has himself no one else can help exhausts himself trying to picture her tired of not remembering others faces tries and tries to remember them all only draws blanks frustration grows why can't i leave why can't i remember
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 28
"i can't be the only one that didn't see any difference right?"
November
only his chest heaved and with each breath rose a wisp of steam only to fade. the lonely poet was mesmerized. here he witnessed how autumn escaped from the ominous tide of wintertime. soon the land would rest beneath a blanket of white. but not yet.