Orders Up, Options Sideways (Otherwise Untitled)
#144 of short stories a gryphon expresses confusion and dismay in a fast food place.
A Cold Embrace
In a rusty, dusted part of my chambers window pane carved into frost by ghostly fingers lies my restless name sickened and dismayed at this ghastly sight of which speaking of the dreadful encounter, nerves began to twitch wiping clean the glistening
Tiny Candles
It burns brightly when first lit, dimming and melting away as it ages, the wax running over, some blow out before their time, struck by violent gust, while other flames drown, falling into the fetid wax below, if you should suffer burns, do not be dismayed
Procedural Errors (Otherwise Untitled)
#180 of short stories a fennec, in a settlement of avians, continues to be dismayed.
Unspoken
I'm frightened by the thought of slipping from your edge to the tide below broken limbs and battered heartbeats left whispering my dismay.
The silence
Allowing me to slip away in fantasy, but not dismay. into a world of endless pleasure far too great to even measure. where grass so gently dances flowing softly in the breeze. a world so full of beauty that it brings me to my knees.
M3llo the Vixen - Free Art Raffle Prize
._ _her personality_ _was one to be unmatched,_ _though her shy demeanor_ _made her appear detached_ _from many of life's throws_ _and turns, causing most dismay._ _her preference of old_ _methods and songs could say_ _a tale of a classic_
Summer Reprieve
My monolith of mercy on a beach beside bay drenched in glittering rays of amber sun which dissolve any dismay. the placid sounds of cordial birds drift in salt filled breeze and reflect across the ocean's face and dance among the leaves.
End of the line
My child grabbed my hand, my wife kissed my lips ignorantly forgetting how their skin will hiss and how it will bubble and burn away in this holocaust, i cry in dismay.
Meeting the Hero
Chase's phone rang, much to cody's dismay. "aw, sorry if i'm taking ya time." "it's okay. wanna give me your number?" cody squealed excitedly, and both exchanged their numbers.
Damned Poet
The descriptions of hell you provide are vivid, impressive it is, your bravery at display, the regime of hell is cruel and rigid, yet the beasts there, you manage to dismay.
A Moment Later (Otherwise Untitled)
Harriet, pressing her back and wings into the corner she'd broken free to, regarded the dismay trapping her as the mixture of panic and fear drained.