Winter’s Breath
#2 of short stories another descriptive piece a chilling breath blows through the barren slumbering giants causing what little leafy coverage they had to fall stiffly down and crunch every time they were to touch a limb and fall down
Murky Melodies - 15. -
- it's chilling, to see time stand still, in a moment so strong to have no reason, but to care beyond ones means as so many have all along toward the skies with hope, that tomorrow will shine bright, as before to have more priceless moments, to simply
Park and Rest (Otherwise Untitled)
Before he'd fully awakened, his ears were perked into the chilled air of the car under cover of night. he held in place and his breath for a moment, waiting for any sort of follow up.
De-lay...
Scarier, a flame dancing that doesn't burn a light never on, but showing all around by sight the same a person never-existent, that can't be mentioned by name a circle with sharp corners that cuts by looks alone a path to the sun that leave all with chills
Nearly There Chp. 3 - New Arrival
I hoped that we would pass by a known city, or that we would just be in new york already, a feeling of being followed had sent chills down my spine as i started to constantly look behind us.
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Chapter II
Their screams had taken on a pitch he'd never known before, horror beyond fear, pain beyond suffering, chilling shrieks that made his blood feel like curdled milk.
Our Season
It was a chilling january night and his visible breath was evidence of it. letting his lungs expel the excess air, he closed his eyes and took note of a faint, sweet scent. "its almost here," he whispered to the wind.
Contrasts of Bittersweet
There's a chill in the air, darkness is there, but my eyes see so vividly now. i shut myself in, devoured by sin, but my lips are trembling now.
The Deadman
"the deadman" is a poetical piece i wrote years ago was my first attempt of bringing that spine chilling feel into my poetical works.
Jus visiting...
An old song pulled on an old heart string looking back often, the memories nudged me along, toward the ones we shared in songs we'd sing your voice, a chill felt throughout, reminding me of many instances of way back when it's somber, relaxing, & painful
Day'ly
Casual looks, greatly enjoyed just as they should be i've blurred my mentality, to simply smile at what i see vague or vigilant, the emotion is flowing one with plenty while empty, truth in temporary time is shining, showing what a breeze to chill
The Wolf and the Shapeshifter
The wolf and the shapeshifter by foxpiper a lone wolf walked amongst the darkness still, secluded by the night and winter's chill; howling toward the bleak and cloudless sky, he filled the coldness with his solemn cry.