Paying for The Past
To settle his bill, he's paying for the past. he really doesn't have very long to live he's done all he could do, and given all he can to give. he's paying for the past. he's paying for the past
Sorrow of the Past
Carl Perkins thought he had it all. A nice two-storey home on the Apple Street, kids, a loving wife and most importantly, a fancy new car. And yet, there was still a hole in his heart that no amount of luxuries in his life would be able to fill. It all...
A link to the past
The past is the past, i couldn't control what happened to me anymore than a hatchling can choose when to enter the world. my parents accepted me for all my mistakes and that was all i needed.
Airing the Past
* * * airing the past pyro found himself in the hallway. again. he could always just turn back... go back to the mice. tell them that this was out of the question, that he couldn't do it.
Memories Past
Memories past, it paid my debt. now i'm gone, my purpose done. a simple pawn, left at dawn.
Shaydes of the Past
Shayde then mechanically sheathed the blade, following the instructions his father drilled into him from past days of swordsmanship. he then looked around the room, his gaze falling on his broken mother.
Pumbaa's Past
"Look what we got here..." said Hyena 1 "Three little pigs!" responded Hyena 2 "And look... One's a tiny pig." a third responded. "Nah... I call dibs on the parents!" says Hyena 4. The warthog family quickly flees to hide from the Hyenas, who...
Karter's past...
Karter redpaw demonica one of my role play characters has a dark past.. he was never properly born and so a trilogy to his nightmarish past shall be told... this is... test subject 009 project. 9.
Past Dealings
Sometimes the past is hard to let go. it sank it's hooks into your mind long ago. but there is still hope. you have to remember that too.
Past Sins
# past sins _by evan drake_ _©2019, evan drake, all rights reserved_ death. this entire place reeks of death, was leat's first thought as he walked the filthy streets of the new moon district.
The Newland Chronicals: Mother
He silently wept with a faint bittersweet smile; sliding his paw up and down the smooth, cold wall and admired it's faded color and it's chipped uneven corners; having been poorly repaired and patched in past years.
A Still-Beating Heart
His past selves become silhouettes again as darkness itself enveloped them. tightness left him as the black hole shrank into obscurity.