Playing God Part 7: No Matter The Cost
He made to stand up, and then the scream that he'd been clamping down on for every second of these cruel last moments exploded out in a howl of torture and futile rage, as his legs buckled.
Karoshi
When he woke up in a graveyard over his own open grave, he couldn't tell how much time had passed, he couldn't tell whether he was awake or dreaming, and he saw a horse in a white tuxedo and top hat with a cruel smile on his face standing over him.
end of the line (a tale of depression)
*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "depression, some say it consumes us, i say it makes us stronger, the dark feelings we hold close to our hearts, none of that soppy shit, all this fairy tale romance crap, cruel
The Rebirth of Dragons
It had almost seemed like a cruel joke however when the ebon blade and kirin tor approached her with a theory.
Our Hjemkost
Lady winter is cruel; this we have always known. but now worse was upon us. all the land was divided, and few there were who would come to our aid. many of the things we took for granted were stolen away.
The Furry Rebellion: Freedom
I hate humans , they are cruel vile and tactless.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 7)
She can no longer bear to see this cruel puppetry, this farce. is this how desmond views her? is this how he views all carnies? "hafsa." a hand grips her wrist. solomon's hazel eyes pulls her out of her panic.
Euthanasia
Poem silence sickening and vile cruel, tainted bile rising vomiting frailty insulting with hatred ecstasy sensual fantasia of the mind pitiless and savage frightening porcelain souls spiraling into madness bringing delicate euthanasia &
The Taste of Terror Chapter 2: Long Term Relationship
Or," his cruel talon traced gently along the contours of the fox's terrified face. "is it just: why couldn't i have let you die forever? why can't death be the end to our little game?
The Glory of an Empire, Chapter 3
Having the burden of my actions was enough to turn me to the bitter, cruel, and hateful person i came to be. as i was, i think back to it now, i became of much like my father, dietrich v.
Requiem
White season's icy days, the final snow catches in my hands, though they grasped for your kind words, even just one being enough, but cold hearted things were said i regret them now as the snow melts and spills out of my hands the memories are too cruel
What A World We Live In
A cruel deed as loss comes to a dinner table. setting a plate, now from 5 we come to 3, and as in our modern world pride and safety is no longer justifiable. good names become unreliable as thine own neighbor is not trusted..