Chapter 3: One Hell of a Party, Part 1
He saw two lonely graves at the very end of it. he slowly approached them, panting in exhaustion and read its inscription. horror was the only feeling he knew as his lips pronounced the words carved into the tombstones.
the odds are against me chapter 3
I walk down the rows looking for the grave of a good friend it had been at least four months since i had visited last.
Ragnarok - XIX
There in amongst the graves stood the speaker. knowing he would be neither seen nor heard shane stayed a moment, idly listening.
A Long, Dark Road (Part 6)
Kath too, walked amidst the graves, her trembling fingers rolling over the names of the fallen. "are you sure he said to meet here?"
Project Radikal Chp. 9 - Adventure Begins.
Kneeling in front of the grave, saying some words to myself, wondering if he was listening to me. brushing away some leaves on top of the grave before looking over the stone that was there.
The Chronicles of Tidaka Chapter Three: Dave, The Empire’s 2ed in command.
They stood at the grave of the dead mother. the tombstone was worn away from time and the very harsh weather .tidaka drew a symbol on the mother's gravestone. as he started a chant, then the moon birthed a new light underground.
The Primal One
The priest cowered in fear as the stanger approached him; "i believe the victims that i kill should always know the name of he who sent them to their graves, i am shade mao" the priest looked at him with a new face of horror "the primal one!"
The Journey of Hope
We walk the endless miles of the ever growing desert our homeland of a thousand generations lay in dust behind us the countless dreams and graves of our ancestors a distant fading memory but we walk the vast grim wasteland in hope for even we have heard
A Mentally Handicapped Chorus Line Killed By An Apocalyptic Hailstorm
:d i am so clearly in despair, for i fear that the person i have come to be has already lain in his grave. a torn entity, free of conscious control to adhere in its aftermath, it will question what it gave.
Poem, The filth
The graves surround the heart. lost in the ocean of blood. can we escape this hole this cave filled with hate, lack of faith to stand for what we believe? is there dreams when there is no hope to hold onto? i saw what human, we do. as if we cannot feel.
Shadow Falling
He had dropped his short sword a while back, using a paw to cover the grave wound. he stumbled on in the dark, the moon full as full and bright as a morning sun.
Poem #28: Rejection
Fragments of my mind pierce my soul driving me insane into an early grave cemetery without you by my side never feel my breath breathe my stench it raids your inner core mine is dust please scrape me up you toss me aside