U.C.O.D. Scorn of The Lost: Chapter 12
#14 of u.c.o.d: scorn of the lost "but then what did it mean 'let one who loves you be your light'? is that some kind of hint?" cyllea asked.
U.C.O.D. Scorn of The Lost: Dameon's Escape
#7 of u.c.o.d: scorn of the lost dameon sat in his cell.
U.C.O.D. Scorn of The Lost: Chapter 20
#22 of u.c.o.d: scorn of the lost dirge's cry faded into the sound of the black light's ... dirge's cry faded into the sound of the black light's roar.
U.C.O.D. Scorn of The Lost: Chapter 18
#20 of u.c.o.d: scorn of the lost (if you want to make the moment more epic, turn on "he who brings the night" by two steps from hell in another window and listen during
U.C.O.D. Scorn of The Lost: Chapter 19
#21 of u.c.o.d: scorn of the lost "so glad i haven't been wiped from your memory!" dirge said, swatting dameon over th... "dirge," dameon whispered quietly.
An Imp's Advice
Wiping his sandy brow, remus panted, "dagda be scorned..." he unlatched his belt and freed himself of all armour. the relief was wonderful, his chest free to expand.
The Big Sister Part Fifteen: Family Business
None other than scourge the hedgehog's son, (in my continuity), prince scorn! does adriana have a new foe or perhaps an ally? >
Jace Gets Bested
Unfortunately, due to a recently torn lower lip, it came out less scornful and more slurred than he'd intended as he hastily wiped away a line of drool with a sneer.
Pages
#1 of poems a poet i will never be tiz poor and lifeless devoid of perfection pages blank pages upon scribbled i have the pen bleeds my heart but lies pages so many pages blank and arid dry and torn the emptiness it scorns
The Oppressor
The oppressor scorns, and he never mourns. he throws others in the flame, never knowing that he is the one to blame. flesh and blood, it does not matter. 'tis just another thing given to batter.
Haught, Blight, Human Plight
Today i stroke, and pull, and beat, scorning still, harsh summer's heat. spurting nectar thick and sweet, i say-- "i am an animal _again_--today."
Xenophile
I am neither nippon-born, nor do i share the wild scorn for passions erected of ancient days portrayed upon a sun-bleached skein, inked in ebony, sold to the masses, left in dust upon my desk while i contemplate a better life, while nippon gripes in