07 Enchanted
Naturalists may instead be enchanted by places, be it the great vistas of a national park or the much quieter space beneath a tree by a still pond.
Evanescent Laws and Norms
He saw the pond. it reflected the sky. it shown the clouds, the wonders, the sun. it reflected these things that amazed other cubs. he had tried to look at them with awe, to try fit in, but he just didn't see it. they were just water.
Portage
Our five day adventure started its close as the sun rose above the trees over the pond. the tent and its poles tarp lay together behind me. sebastian sat on the beach, his right hip and hand anchoring him down.
A past Relived
When i arrived at the pond their bodies were gone, all that was left were the stains of blood in the now dew laden grass. it was if we had never existed, the only traces of my family were what would soon be washed away with coming rain.
Rainfall - Chapter 06
A few short moments later, the panther found our clothes, sprawled near the pond margin. it sniffed at it for a bit and then looked around once more, trying to find its owners.
Pinewoods: Leo & Mike interlude
Across the pond the brilliantly colored trees were mirrored perfectly on the clear water, without even a ripple breaking the stillness. he spoke with a low voice, more a whispered confession than real discussion.
Prologe of the Fox
Sparce and scattered pieces of sun light pierce through the the dense wall branches and leaves present in the thick canopy above, giving the rays of light the likeness of small stepping-stones in this vast pond of dark woodland.
Pokemon - Tale Of The Guardian Master - CH 114
He asked, looking toward where they were pointing and noticing a frozen pond surrounded by trees. "w-well, that was a pond at some point, i guess. it's frozen over now though." he explained.
Something vauge
Empty as the end of all things, not a spark in the darkness, not a ripple in that pond. the worlds shortest story. and yet. i exist. never ever doing anything but nothing. seeing nothing, feeling nothing, breathing nothing, begin nothing.
The Mind Spiders
I avoid my reflection now, be it pond or mirror. who knows what i'd see, clinging to my head; a horrid beast of octants, fangs dripping red. i don't wish to know, for it's the spider i fear.
The hunter becomes the hunted (part 7)
We heard a plane coming in to land on the pond and we grabbed our stuff, with the help of the man in the plane, we loaded our meat and heads into the plane and flew off.
Unbound
." **\*\*\*\*\*** the darkness seemed to flow around him, it's cool embrace rippling around his being like the calming waters of a pond. he could feel the sensation of mist filling his lungs, slowly building against his fur, leaving it slick.