What's With the Tail
What's with the moon in its clouded cowl, begging for notice and a friendly howl? so the question again, from beginning to end, "what's **_with_** the tail?" me.
Dear Heartbreaker
Silence, i beg you for mercy. dear silence. you are here. yet, you are not mine. may i pretend that you are mine? you do not want me. you are not mine.. but, may i have you? dear writer.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 36
"just tell me the answer, nilia," he practically begged. "explain to me the things that make such perfect sense to you, but only leaves me feeling... like _this_."
The Journey of the Dark Crystal: Chapter 16
A mixture of roar, laugh, and begging came out from the room and this made avila even more curious when the laughter had ceased, worried that they killed jekizira in laughter.
Song of the Space Finch part 2 of 4
I didn't make any begging gestures or sounds, just relaxed and kept a steady watch on him. he occasionally passed me a tidbit which i accepted each time with a muted cheep.
The Wily Wars
Wily got onto the ground and begged for his life to be spared. rock noticed a jetpack and took it as he got out of this hidden control room with dr. wily. they made it out and everyone was glad to see rock was safe. even dr.
Half-Blood Chapter VI
She begged. "please, do whatever you can to fix luc." she said kneeling in front of him.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 35
"just tell me the answer, nilia," he practically begged. "explain to me the things that make such perfect sense to you, but only leaves me feeling... like _this_."
The Valley of Echoes
His eyelids were like caskets sinking into the waters of the horizon, begging mild questions of what was to come. her soul had no answer at that time.
Mirror Fragments
"make me solid." she begs. "i'm trying." i complain. "there's so much to learn, and so few voices want to teach!" "i'm fading." she proclaims. "so am i." i whisper, tracing my fingers down the glass. here stands me, this noxious creature.
Cancer (My Final Poem)
Too soon and fall apart in front of them, slipping away from life staring as they look at me with tear stained eyes and stare morosely from above with a condescending smile as my coffin slides in and is driven its last mile and the priest is paid to beg
Bitter Sweet
But it begs the question do you have the right ingredients?