Oracle: The Dream
'i lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of megadon. city and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. the twin moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky.
Siege of Bastogne (WIP)
The factorum was bleak and stark. very little machinery remained, what was left was charred and destroyed beyond recognition.
Awake
He looked at adrian for a moment and his expression became bleak. "what's wrong?" he looked at the doctor, "what happened?"
Venturing: Canipark
Then leaned back with my claws hanging behind me, digging against the ground while raising towards the bleak skies above. a pause of silence had fallen between us.
Last Rites
Tilting her head back, she studied the skeleton tree branches that traced dark patterns in the washed out sky, which was as bleak as tepid water. snow did not dare cling to the branches, as every needle had long fallen from the pines.
Chapter 3: A Whisper of Shadows
By the end of her short speech, it was as if katsumi had forgotten about our bleak surroundings, even perking up her ears. i hadn't, though, and noticed that a light breeze had started blowing down the path.
Our City - Prologue
"_ the creak of springs, like hinges on an old door, sounded in the bleak room as she thrust off the sheets and pushed herself off the bed. the strain of the floorboards greeted him.
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 50: Weep For The Future, Weep For Us All (The Other World Part V)
It is very bleak and you know, dark in here._** "that is what i feel right now- hopelessness, despair, misery." i said to the black and white outline. **_it is what you make of it. for instance why not something less bleak?_** "like?" i asked him.
Song of the Summer King: Chapter 2
He stared until the speck of raven disappeared into the bleak green of star island. there were too many reputations to guard. his own, kjorn's, his mother's. even caj.
Purge
A bleak and blighted world locked in limbo. my eyes were well adjusted for the perpetual darkness that engulfed the world.
Hittin' The City
The squabbling started after a few bleak moments of peace. fingers were pointed, and voices were raised, with sputtering chunks of delicious confectionery dancing across the kitchen table.
In Misty Pools Way Down Below
#2 of po-eems this poem i had sent to several competitions and such, and in all instances had been rejected due to its bleakness. whatever, man. pink slips make good kindling.