Chapter 15: The War on Heaven
She took the shattered pieces of her daughter's sword and forged it in to three daggers, each one possessing a fragment of her lost daughter's soul. she then took xanta's stone and placed within it another fragment of her daughter.
Calm chaos...
Heavy eye lids open to a roof unknown to my being, a constant beep by my side next to me, a t.v. playing too loud, that i could only wish someone would hide a blanket over my legs, i see above me, a red bag & tube attached to my arm after the fragments
War of men
And again a fragment of a song came through my mind. _"a love that's bound by the chains of reality"_. that's the way i felt it. but i wanted to believe that one day my dream would come true. after all, she had come to see me.
4 - Contemplations on Divinity [Incomplete]
The tangents the elf would go on weren't there because the elf wanted to confuse the reader, but they were fragments of their deity's surface thoughts.
Life in Yiggow Chapter 6
Douglas dug into his pants pocket and he took out a bottle of wolf fragmenting oil. "this would get anyone up, even that ass whole nash!" douglas hands the lizard the fragmenting oil and berkley puts it close to his face.
Ragnarok - XVIII
A poor mother who works as a baker and goes home with fragments of dough stuck to her hands, which she makes into gruel to feed her child.
One and the Same - Journal Entry - Saturnii, July 13th, Year 1355
The machines, as humans were beginning to call them, were fragmented and hazy; difficult to make out. what i could get from the memory, however, was the smell about them; coal and oil.
Glass
Wind dancing in the wake of the ended world yet the rat also lingers there with the mirror even when drowned withered gone it is the scarlet warmth on my paws that brings to light the question of what - and where - and who - is holding those fragments
The Calendar of Ocus
Wars raged between the fragmented nations of the world. dark priests and monsters loyal to the old auran pantheon plagued the lands. it was the five popes who changed the course of the world.
A New Life (Part 1)
Roaring, he took his fist into the glass, shattering it into a torrent of fragments. panting, he stood alone in the darkness. it enshrouded him like a blanket of sorrows.
"He's moving on with his life."
Like dusted pictures in an incomplete gallery, the art only bares small fragments. the paint will fade. the canvas shall decay. the lights will become broken and burnt. the world will continue to turn.
The Anthro Religion - (WIP)
For each of her three daughters a realm was created, each charged with the sacred duty of shepherding the fragments of there mothers soul along the never ending cycle of death and rebirth.