Chapter 8: No Walk in the Park
#9 of duty the park looks new to marcus, but old wounds remain. chapter eight: no walk in the park reis had managed to get lunch at noon so that he could have it with marcus.
Meeting
Viper but had a calm demeanor that made it seem like she would be that of a kindly sort, a crane that wore a traditional circular hat that looked to be made up of dried reeds, a small red panda that seemed to have developed some kind of limp from an old injury
Flight and Love
Intermitted another last fast biter, very similar to the others, but this one had one leg limp due to an old wound and used a belt with the same symbol of the others. "oh, great."
A Song's Echo (Otherwise Untitled)
old wounds readily forgotten among the tables and fields of pie. ~ the phonograph's needle raced to the center ring, a soft repeating crackle where there was found no more song.
Tuesday spar
“i'm fine. " ben said with a strained voice “old wound. " “i'm so sorry, i- “ as much as norah despised him, she didn't want to hurt him. well, at least not make him bleed.
December's Hope
Hope's arms retract as old wounds resurface through the drunken streets. the viciousness of reality begins to gnaw at the back of our heads.
Price of LIfe: Chapter XIV
I didn't mean to open old wounds!" she exclaimed, hugging him tighter and nuzzling him. "this is...where she died, isn't it?" the human nodded humbly, but said nothing. he simply rested his head against hers, vying for the warmth of another.
david's college days part twenty eight
After telling sarah they went out to see amber and found the scar was only a old injury from something that had happened a long time ago, so now they had a new foal and had a new problem the stable could only have two horses, so david and sarah said let the
Sunrise
Gently, he reached up, brushing away the tears, his touch soft and familiar, a balm over old wounds. “don’t cry. this isn’t like you at all.” his voice washed over me, warm and steady, sinking into every corner of my mind. “i know.”
Diocles
Every blow diocles landed as he swung with rippling muscle, sent sand pouring from the bag's old wounds with a chorus rivaling thunder. it was to the point that an observer could barely tell when one punch ended and the next began.
Unspoken
She could feel the pain of some of her old wounds coming to her and then an pain worse then she ever felt when she tried to move her rear right leg. she roared in pain feeling it shoot trough her body like lighting and partially snapping awake.
Wolf River - Chapter 3
She had recovered somewhat, but the old wounds had never fully healed. now she was beginning to have an inkling of what was going on and why she had been led out here to this unknown and inhospitable wilderness. the dreams held the key.