He Walks As My Shadow 1 - That Which Stalks The Darkness
He swung across deadened tree branches, used tombstones as ledges when the earth began to rise to the height of monoliths, and leapt over pitfalls deeper than graves.
My Grand, Frozen Heart-FINALE
When the burial came, i went to talk to precious, who was standing by the tombstone. "hey precious" i said. "hi malice" she said, looking up and flashing a quick smile. she was wearing a black dress, which made her white fur stand out.
My life of a Dragon Slave Chapter 1
There was two river that surrounded a small island where a tombstone was. i carefully stepped over the river and kneeled down. i saw a picture at the bottom of the tombstone that showed a picture of john and... a female dragonet. my type.
existence: chapter three
They were somewhere in the middle of the forest of tombstones. some were the regular semi oval tombstones, and some were statues of angels or on some of them, there was just a gold plaque.
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 3
It wasn't to ponder about mysterious bouquets or vandalized tombstones, but to do something else.
Embrace in the night
He climbed the slope slowly, marching solemnly in the middle of the night until he reached the spot of the tombstone, placing the rose soflty on the ground and kneeling before the tombstone. "i have come for you... my love..."
The Shattered Mirror
He spent nearly an hour of hugging the tombstone, whispering and speaking to it, telling it of how badly he missed her and his desires, confessing to it like a sinner to a priest.
Standing Tall
Across devout america, other defiant cells were erecting their own tombstones in front of civic monuments that once meant something.
A Walk Above the Tombstones
Some times life is stranger than fiction a walk above the tombstones a true story - based on the life of mister sillers it was the kind of night where no living soul should be out and about.
Prologue..
There was a tombstone there, a white, marble memorial stone. three years ago i had returned home from school and had sat my parents down and explained that i was interested in men.
Epilogue: A Short Story
He leaned away from the tombstone and rubbed his shoulder as another soft breeze shook his fur. "hey, man. are you proud of me? i didn't cry as long as last time." he rubbed the tears from his cheeks.
Shrouded in Black, Subchapter 1
The putrid smells drew closer until they became a small army of shadows, accompanied by another army of tombstones. the five silhouettes spread out, and before he could make a move, randall was surrounded.