Dro/bin
Finally, to complete the almost hybrid look of hir new form, hir twin horns merged into a single pterodactyl-like crest, gold-plated platinum and molded as a single, unmoving piece. d1g1-p0t lowered his paw, watching the newly change mechadragon.
An End of an Era
In fledgling existence, i was a single hut and garden, watching. boats came by sea, trees were cut, and man's will was imposed upon the land. a mere collection of hovels of wood, and slate.
End of an Era
Not the rabid dog or feral cat, who want for nothing but the single-minded goal of survival. not the open sky and the flowing wind, who were there since before our time and will be in the long years to come.
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The Gift of Gluttony
He had eaten everything, every single thing. just like he had always dreamed... and yet his stomach was still growling with hunger.
To the End
A single spot light shone through the smoky darkness, illuminating the painted goddess as they stood poised behind the mic.
To Laugh Once More
Without a single regret of weighted chains holding me down. just to laugh one more time, to feel that unrestrained joy. it's not once that i cursed myself, my mind. the all-capable device overpowering many a super computers.
Black Glass
#3 of poetry ~black glass~ a look so raw and carnal, a laugh so vicious, a single drip... i wanted to ask you a question, my demon.. will you love me one more time? drip.. drip.. drip...
Moving On. (Chapter 1)
Oddly, every single year, on this same day, there was never a single cloud in the beautiful blue sky overhead. the heat was present, but offset by a nice, slow, gentle, cool breeze that would blow in at just the right intervals.
The White Ones
Not a single speck of my body had been spared. but what frightened my parents the most, bless their hearts, was the glowing mark on my left shoulder. my rune. a simple hexagon etched on my shoulder, shimmering in a pale, icy blue.
Business Manager in a Barn chapter 3+4
Fetching bucket by bucket of food and water and painstakingly mucking out the stables for every single one of the five horses.
Tempers Are Rising
"yes, but at least, you know why i'm still single." he admitted, mocking. "blast it, shut your mouth!" she reacted, annoyed. "hey, watch your tone. if i do this, is it to help you." "well, you do the exact opposite!"