I f O n l y.. ~
There were no traces of this other being now. just him, the trees and silence. the wolf felt as if he used wings to get away, due to the sheer speed in which he took off with.
Perceptional - Pt 4: Are you the doorman?
It had been a couple of hours since it happened, and he had yet to find a trace of the culprit. it happened inside the tool shack, that's for sure.
The Wedding of Hikari and Zach
A flourish of acid green runs along the borders of all of the fabrics and traces intricate wave and ocean details into the wood of the benches.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 22
But to make your entire trail vanish without a trace? and without a river nearby? apart from growing a set of wings and taking to the air, ander didn't know of any ways that could possibly happen.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 164
His hand slowly travelled down her face, tracing the line of blood he had dug with his filthy claw, down her neck, and ended up loosely cupping her left breast.
Numb-ered...
An energy for the worst of times, relieving with each drop, my anguish like a drain removing the painful moments i lives through quick as a blink it leaves a clean slate, repairing the mental gate i let fall apart & sink quicksand at hand, i cover any trace
P.S. I Love You
I take our row boat sail the nearby shores and waters, no trace of anything human or human-made i sit on the porch looking out over the bay i remember my own old, frequent trips, figuring out about new places and things i remember
Thoughts Chelonian: a poem
**thoughts chelonian** _by altivo overo (copyright 2017)_ ten hundred hundred times the wandering sun has darkened, vanished without trace, returned; and though my time grows short at least i know my life is writ in arcane symbols turned into th'enspiraled
A Saxhleel Story: prologue
Frogs sang and insects buzzed, yet nothing remained here but a dead and abandoned village in the marsh, and not a trace of what had taken place in the dark of the night.
Final days
'_ the nurse sighed and traced her feather tip around the sloppy,barely legible writing.
Cascaded Guardians
To damnation they ensconce alone, a dreary, lonely vision behind them appears an astonishing sight an outline of glory in the silent night shining with luster, a majestic white plagued with burden, their inherent plight love's memory traces
Come Ye Back to Green Isle
At the same time, it calls out to all creatures who can trace their heritage back to the island and its clans to come and visit for awhile. redwall is © by brian jacques, all rights reserved.