The Saga of Fidonhaal - Daughters of the East - Preview 3
who knows? maybe even a-" virgaard and mira froze stock-still at the movement that came from behind the very tree they were watching.
Chapter Eleven
who knows, maybe my dream will come true, and mother will see her son lying in a pool of his own blood. maybe then she will regret what she did to me, and hopefully she will never forgive herself for i won't.
Out of Time, Out of Space Chapter 1
That button will send us who knows where and when?" "but that's better than being dead, right?" "well, no...yes...i suppose." "then what's the harm?" "oh, very well then. push it!"
Hetra Saico
knows, its all thigns i have a hard time remembering.
Rocket Town
I asked, putting aside the fears and worries one gets when one meets someone who knows your name and lot in life without an introduction. there were people in this world who know others better than their conversation partners know themselves.
Rise of the Alters: Prologue
Thomas said as he started walking off, "and who knows, one of them may even be stronger than you." the leopard watched as thomas walked out of the storage area. "stronger than me? what a joke!"
Clarity - Chapter 18: Through the Cracks
who knows if i can push myself to go through with that offer, but i'm damn serious about the sentiment. hopefully she sees that. "see, kylie? and i'd call you even closer with miss bonnie.
The Soul
Those who know your deepests depths reject you and hide you. to protect themselves from the eternale pain. not realizing what they have done. they dwell in the eternal light. they lose themselves. blinded by shame and fear of the unknown.
a lone wolf cry
#1 of weird blurrs sorry im bad at grammar a lone wolf is as powerful as a cub no pack to back them up through strength they may live but by then who know's what has happened the wolf could have been through hardships like cold unforgiving winters missing
Poem: Dakota
. :) my little spark of madness, my little spark of joy, my little-bigger dragon, who knows not yet the sky. my little spark of madness, tornado sweeping wings, she takes aloft and smiles down and then begins to sing.
A Poem (For Rydia)
who knows?
040 - Proxime Pt.08
-well okay, not gonna apologise too much for that he was gonna do who knows what to me. butters argues. ideas' boy language lunges into more exaggerated movements, this had clearly struck a chord with her.