Second Chances & New Beginnings: Chapter Fifteen
"good grief where on earth did you find that lion?" one of the cops, who'd been standing behind me watching me work asked. without taking my eyes off the screen i replied, "oh, you mean mel?
Pack Mentaility Chapter 10
"when we got you last letter the entire pack howled to the moon in grief for your loss. then we made this to honor your fallen packmate." from the bag he retrieved a wooden sculpture.
Hope and Dreams part 20
Isaac could practically feel his legs creaking with the strain of the world's weight, and now grief. he had thought of her as such himself. her own damn son and he couldn't see she was dying quietly for him.
The Protector and the Peacemaker: Chapter Twenty Three
Sarah shook her head, forcing herself to push the fear and grief aside for the moment. hopefully she wouldn't need them again.
The Guilded Cage, Ch 14
"shhh... grief is powerful, my child... but we will face it together." he felt like he wanted to struggle-- every fiber in his being cried out to resist. something was wrong; why wasn't dylan helping him?
Chapter Three
"good grief ben..." i commented. ben was one of the pups that normally did his homework in my group of youngsters. "what were you trying to do?"
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom: chapter 1 - Curtain
From the garage, i found a few two-by-fours and took my frustration and grief out on them with a short knife. all productively, of course, and i went out back to shove them into the fresh dirt.
Alfred Alfredo's Rainbow Playhaus - an Alfred Alfer fanfic
More joy and less grief? these are things we demand, without compensation. how can a billionaire be oppressed?
Antler to Antler - Part 4
With grief in her eyes, fern tramples off into the forest leaving bracken behind, staring blankly in her wake.
Shen's Song
Got no place for laying all my grief to rest. say farewell, my grieving, say farewell. if i had wings, like some kinda dove, i'd be reunited with the one i love.
A New Chapter: Small Steps
It had hit and hit hard when nate had left, and there were times when the deer had been uncertain he would recover, holding on only by the barest thread at times to his sanity as often the grief nigh overtook him.
Funeral on a Station (Otherwise Untitled)
~ as there was still some time before the ritual, chaplain hatch spoke with those who arrived; exchanging short bits of story, expressions of grief, and the occasional hug. the sorrow he felt for these people required no feigning.