La Noche
And in the darkenes her eyes showen beautiful as ever wicked hollow like watching stars through a saphire. "you seem skinyer than usual. so where is he? wasn't he worth dropping me like a bad habbit for.
Rise and fall of a collector
But it seemed so hollow; the more i gathered, the less they seemed to mattered to me, the less it seems to make any sense at all. i was alone with my possessions; it was my fortune, my everything, but at the same time, was it truly worth it?
Ch 4. By Dawn We Meet Again
When the doubtful thought came around again, though he felt nagging fear, it rang mostly hollow in his head. it'd gotten somewhat brighter too, he could finally see in the light-blue hues of dawn.
The Lord Tiranis, An Origin, Book 5 (part 2 of 13)
He hollowed a pit under it then went out the back to gather wood, filling the pit with them. he felt for fire, and the closest was in the house's hearth.
The Most Vivid Nightmare I've Ever Had
He had a white painted face and black paint for the circles of his eyes so they looked almost hollow, where only the whites of his eyes could be seen if he were directly in front of you.
Failure
And when they do not, the disappointed woman walks on, clinking armor echoing off of stone and empty hollow. a failure.
Futile
The bright flares blazed into the sky above new hope, a once proud city, now a hollow shell. the blood red light cast ghostly shadows over the steel skeletons that were once buildings.
Nevermore (Prologue)
He told me later that it was because of the hollow shell that those eyes revealed, that he knew i was right for this job. i've been with the ravens ever since, we kill, steal, whatever the job is.
How not to be Pony
He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes.
The Thordani Heretic, as told by Thenyr Nontdargo
Upon deep reflection, he realized...his life, all his needs were cared for, but there was a hollowness there. and he could not determine why. turning to and fro, he searched for an answer, until finally he found one. he lacked happiness.
Reaching for the Stars - Prologue: Dark Room
Despite the festive night, he felt hollow. it was a bit late in the night, but he didn't feel tired. far from it, in fact, as the nightmares had recently been more and more frequent. darker and darker.
Same Old, Same Old
Through taking stock, i found a hollow husk of a man, a soul starting smoke, and mind filled with poison. i am a slave to my routines, and a dog to my addictions.