College, Chapter 4
August concluded with some dreary weather, rather like the overcast days i remembered from back home. there were some nice times.
The Old Man
I had tremendous respect for this man, who was staring off into space through the single window in his dark and dreary room at things only he could see.
City of Light: Chapter 15
Lanterns were bright hazes in the thick fog that clung to the stone with its claws, casting long shadows across the dreary atmosphere.
Evolution Part I: Chapter Twenty-one
As i was lying there, dreary, i got a sharp tap on my rounded shoulder. i looked up and saw lopside pointing with his nose up in the air. i looked, but didn't see anything but the ubiquitous grey clouds overhead.
Floraverse Fic: Silent Rabbat
A silent home, a silent singing rabbat; all deathly still, the daytime sun pouring through the windows on a rather dreary scene.
A Fain to North
._ the morning meal proved to be dreary. served from a great communal pot dian received a bowl of watery, tasteless and rapidly cooling grey oatmeal. he ate it anyways, finding a seat on the deck with his back against a forward mast.
More than Kin, Less than Kind: Chapter Two
Chapter 2 **their nighted colour** the hillsboro retreat canteen was a dreary place in spite of the institution's attempts to spruce it up with potted plants and colorful artwork on the walls.
Escaping the Storm: Part 4
Erik glanced aimlessly around the dank, dreary warehouse, stalling for time as he thought up a proper response. "but now... i need to be free mondays... to help with things that have happened at home." ivan's pointed ears sprang up. "oh?"
"The Ilot"
His father hesitated then responded in a slowly dreary tone, never taking his eyes off of his newspaper. "about two more hours."
Venom: Beautiful Killers Part 6
It is a dreary, cloudy morning. it had rained heavily the night before and there are still remnants of the storm falling from the sky. despite the lousy conditions, tivoli drives with abandon.
Chapter 35: Because I Love Him
Avi looked up from her dreary meditations, and from behind a lock of silver mane, she saw finivive's pretty daughter come walking up to them, looking as guilty as if she'd run away, not been taken.
[Draft] Mundane
The gentle crackling of fire, rhythmic taps of rain on the roof, the dreary-grey sky, the fire's warm embrace. this is my favorite time of year. cold and wet is my sunny day.