2 Christmas Poem
I pray for those who chose to end their journey and noe the are in heaven for all eternity a prayer of memory in the rush, mayhem, and chaos the meaning of christmas is at a loss many rush panic and push when all they need is a good shush
The Tides of War
The modern dark of his clothing was ripped from his frame by the lick of a dozen makai flames, he felt the rush of essence that coated over his flesh like needle-tipped fingers that scraped shuddering across his skin, leaving behind attire more suited in holding
Prologue
Tears poured from my eyes as i knew that it would feel like eternity before i could feel the rushing wind against my cheek, my silver hair flowing harshly around my muzzle, to carry my baby brother in my arms as i flew with him.
Figments of My Reality (Poetry)
the rush, the thrill of the hunt, the emotion you call fake? that. there's the rub: how much are you willing to risk? next time, i'm saying 'fuck it.' and throwing in all i've got.
Kyurex (Pokemon): Part 12 - Where, am I?
....an unknown voice, coupled with the rushing sound of water. "me either...he must be hungry!!" _they sound like little kids._ "that's probably because your hungry yourself..."
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 38: Gentle Knocks
" * * * sometimes, kevin felt bad for going home in the middle of the rush hour. it felt like he was leaving his workmates behind to drown in the sea of customers.
Frozen Delusions
A long tail grew from my spine but the rush wasn't over there. i slowly felt the warmth of soft black fur cover ing my body from head to toe.
Fenris' Inferno Chapter 4.5: Falling
Instead, he continued to drift through the rushing darkness of "his" mind, focusing on the here and the now, the gentle rushing of air around him, despite the now growing feeling of something forgotten, something buried behind the calm night that enveloped
Here, Fishy Fishy!
Below... the rush and roll of blue-green gasses, packed by enormous pressure into to a foam-like consistency. whipping by at hundreds of klicks per hour more than any vessel could withstand.
The Priest is Summoned (Otherwise Untitled)
~ his eyes and arms ablaze with the fire of youth so long restrained as to be forgotten, garmeny lost himself in the rush of passion and force.
Scene from a forest
A squirrel frantically scampers against the rushing current of the biting autumn wind to get back to his burrow and to shelter. he tries not to lose his way or get swept away by the unforgiving wind.
A Bronze Rising: Spirited Away
If the boy said anything during the flight i could not hear it for the rushing of the wind.