Scarred Love (Page Eight)
I just sighed and closed the door, leaning back on it i slid down it and landed with a thud, dreading having to do anything or go anywhere, i was worn, tired of life itself, my thoughts taking a interesting turn.
Zion: The Final Night
Taggart sighed as he gazed around the battle-worn city. so much pain, blood, violence, and death had been spilled across the walls and grounds.
THE FRONT: PART 7
A wound stripe was a small brass plate inscribed with the words the wounded stripe, and was to be worn on the left breast of the uniform.
Missing
The cracked and worn seat let out a hiss as i collapsed onto, my weight pushing the air out from remaining padding. i held my breath so that i could listen in absolute silence, nothing.
Misconceptions- Interlude
He blindly reached out and touched my clothes, as if i didn't know how worn down they were. he pulled his hand back and rubbed it against his pants before putting it back on the wheel.
The devil's home
A broken, weather-worn, wooden sign. i couldn't read it, only make out one word. "house!". had i been able to read it, this may have ended better. i had decided, in a pure, curiosity over intelligence, to approach.
End to a Rivalry
Sonic's anti-self-scourge the hedgehog was pacing and muttering to himself and had worn a groove into the forest floor. "why can't i control myself when i see them? i'm trying to become friends with them after all so why can't i stop attacking them?"
L7's Action Log - Thursday Prompt Story [#7, 16/2/23]
Tomorrow, that worn out piece of cloth may be dragged into an open trash bin, finally having served its purpose. it is completely dirty and wet, no longer being able to clean effectively.
The Ballad Of Drunken Santa
The ballad of drunken santa (12/25/2018) late at night one christmas eve, i brush the dust off of my sleeve, button up the navy blues, a uniform worn by the few, holster gun and grab my keys, step into the frigid breeze, driving in
Moon Tide: Chapter 3
His clothes were well worn, but cared for at the same time. his black hair was wild and unkempt, but if combed, would have just barely covered his eyes and ears. he rarely missed a detail thanks to his wide and attentive hazel eyes.
Ecology of the Lycanthropes 1
Jewelry with the essential oils of an allium being worn will stop a husk from transforming, allowing for some control over the transformation.
A Battle To Be Sung.
He grunted and stood before looking down at himself, clad in but simple grey cloth pants and nothing on his chest, worn sandals on his feet but also a small dagger imbedded in his gut.