A Little Situation
I stare up at the darkening sky above me. My ears throb, flicking softly, and my neck jerks awkwardly with every harsh, heavy beat of my heart. It pounds in my chest, tightening with each shuddery breath I take in. I pull the cold, frosty air into my...
Ander - Part 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.
What if it was Us? (Prelude)
Something that was bittersweet for me. i loved seeing him smile, but i wanted to be the source. this was one of those smiles not meant to ever be for me though, only for the rather majestic stag. his fiancé.
Slathalin: The Prologue.
Needless to say though, the man found himself letting out a bittersweet sounding chuckle that lasted only a mere moment. "oh please, as if i would dare to dirty anything of mine by their foulness.
Interval I: The Deal
Death is the price for life bittersweet tread softly forevermore once blood and seed meet track it through jungle, sahara, taiga, and pine began with lust and the intimate fear to end in the alpine_ archaic rhyme, to say the least.
The Sun's Funeral
Like sleepwalkers who see their way without the aid of eyes they marched their softly leaden feet around the slow internal beat of low flute, wild and bittersweet as when the evening dies.
NM #2 ~ Sitting
It was always a strange and bittersweet comfort to him, one he could never adequately articulate. something familiar, but hollow. he absentmindedly worried at his necklace. his eyes felt wet and his brow furrowed as he resumed staring.
late night madness
Here I sit the broken shell of a man, I try to sleep but the waking world shall not set me free, all I am is trapped by my insanity. I close my eyes and darkness there, hopes and fears and pain beyond anything I have to compare it to. Alone, sad...
An Unsettling Assignment
Alex jolted awake as overhead lights clicked on, the collie roused from his slumber by the blaring of an alarm followed quickly by a voice echoing through the room. "Engine 7, ladder 5, rescue 8-" The woman's voice began to call out as he swung his...
Day 29 - Ill
The sound brought bittersweet tears to my eyes and clogged my throat with emotion. my fingers caressed his soft and sweaty skin, sweet nothings leaving my lips in a strained voice.
Prologue: Birth of Judgement
Hayla said as tears of joy and sorrow flowed from her eyes, giving birth had been a bittersweet moment, though she cherished it happily more than anything.
The Homecoming of Daniel Usherswell
There you might hear, some evening, underneath the only stoplight the thunder in an engine, echoing across the grasslands, and far-off howl, yet bittersweet in territorial triumph as if some distant wolf once claimed this place as home and heartland,