In The Doghouse: Final Chapter
_One month later..._ _"Not a day goes by that I don't think about it."_ _ _ _ Reid sat on the couch in Dr. Soto's office as relaxed as he could be, his arms outstretched over the back of the overstuffed leather sofa. He wet his lips. Sighed....
Chapter 1: Goodbye Willowdale
_Flora: A Tale from Vulpineva_ Heather O. Bunn © Heather O. Bunn 2021 _In memory of all of the animal victims of human violence. May we finally understand that their lives are their own and not for us to take or exploit._ Chapter 1: Goodbye...
LLST #10 ~ In Dreams
bittersweet tears burned his eyes as he opened them. he wiped his face with the blanket, lazily sitting up and taking a deep breath.
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 53: Let Us Meet Again
* * * _on to the new year with a bittersweet start oof_
Goodbye
Giselle could not contain the rush of saddens building in her heart, collapsing onto arthur's stiff chest, and crying aloud with a shrill that made the bleak hospital room burn with a bittersweet emotion. _mission is over, mission is done.
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 13
He could smell her blood mixing with the rain, bittersweet in his nostrils. he could imagine himself biting into that wound, tearing it open to let even more of that sweet-smelling blood out.
Mesozoic Park 2 (Part 13, the end)
bittersweet... we lost about 90% of our team to the island, with only jake, his wife gena, his son, matt any myself getting out alive.
The Real Dark Master
."** he said with a very bittersweet tone **"that's why i thougth that would be helpful to me to have one of them working for me, as a general, you know malefor?**" the young purple dragon backed away, he was glaring the black dragon with anger.
Sapphire Transition Chapter 7 + Epilogue
That brought a bittersweet smile to her lips as she remembered her desire to see her mother again.
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Chapter 2: bittersweet memories dragon realms, uncharted system april 3rd 2204 0822 hours cave near dragon temple malefor awoke with a yawn.
The Bar at the End of Time
He was mad about me expressing myself, and loving the fine details about the bittersweet summer night--and of course, about meeting _him_. needless to say, my life was about to get a lot worse.
Meeting Him
Freedom was... muddy. I remember staring down at my little stumpy legs, a thick streak of mud entangled in my bushy fur all the way from my shins, over my knees, and up to my thighs. Somehow, it had even gotten onto my cargos, the pockets smeared with...