Escaping the Storm: Part 10
All the little keepsakes left behind remained scattered, lying in wait for somebody to remember and relive the memories they held all over again.
Eternal Door: Judgment of Ryan Chapter 9
Why was the only normal thing left behind in all of them exhaustion?
The Struggle. Chapter one. (Story Commission)
"don't worry, it's dobhran's way of letting us know he doesn't like to be left behind and waiting." "i thought we were supposed to be discreet..."
A Qularr's Story
After some tests she learned human language but was still able to understand most of the qularr language which helped isac and his team in the research with qularr devices that were left behind.
Reintroduced to Vulnerability
Of the familiar with a smile and though it gave me a few months reality was there to greet me on my return there is never an end to the struggle old foes put on new masks, demons haunt echoing doubt in the furthest reaches what if i'm pushed aside, left
On the Mountaintop Away From the Storm
behind they actually look majestic from this viewpoint and i feel a sudden peace of mind the storm is elsewhere and i don't think we'll run into it again it's on another part of the island now with its distant rain getting back down again
Through A Glass Darkly - 6
It traced the unfurling of pristine feathers, raced to the tip of an elegant horn, and left behind the colors of spring over drab mane and tail.
Last To Die
behind that is our duty, our creed stand and fight it doesn't really matter for we will find you on the ground your blood will splatter for when we find you we'll kill all that you stand for so run and try to hide or stand and deliver for
I'll be strong for you...
I have little trinkets you've left behind to remind me of you, they carry your scent for a while too, i'll catch myself curling up with them some nights too, but for now i just snuggle up to you and enjoy the passing scenery as we approach the airport.
Bountiful Expression
This is a small story about a harem tigress who expresses the loss of her love, and tells of the treasure love left behind.
To Laugh Once More
The morning comes again, but a part of me is left behind. the night passes quietly, not a whisper of thought. these jumbled thoughts of mine, accursed memories of mine. the ever flowing rivers of time, uncaring of the scars on my hide.
Even Guardians can die
Her eyes curled into the back of her head as she lied there, motionless, her skull dripping the blood of promises into the crevices of the earth that were left behind by the cold bombs that swept over the land in the war before.