Poem: Its Dark Out
Slowly at first, running down soft furred cheeks rolling down and soaking into the fabric of the shirt currently worn. harder and faster the tears do fall, hitting the pillow or mattress upon which, the body of the tigress lays.
Restless Winds.
worn and tired he falls asleep, wolf left to his thoughts.
What The Future Is Made Up Of
Perhaps worse, the content cycle of what if or what will, none of it matters, what matters is the here and the now, question not the future but act upon the present, allow no one to step on you or your dreams, never settle for the worn
Finality of Moving (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the toilet, seals old and worn, flushed itself. ~ "i'm going home, a failure."
The End and The Beginning - Character Sheet - Rumar Black-Iron
If you target an object held or worn by a hostile creature, that creature must succeed on a dexterity saving throw to avoid the spell.
Interlude (Kreet - 64)
I'm pretty worn out." "i'll go help marge with the stew. i'll come back to get you when it's ready," she said, kissing him again. "i know it hurts, kally. believe me. but it will get better, eventually." "promise?"
Surface: Doomed Planet-Excerpt 10-Armored Transport
Alcatraz stood up with help from mike, all of them looked so worn out that they were having trouble standing.
Crola the (Dark) Magical Girl (Naga TFTG)
When the smoke dissipated, crola was wearing a black dress similar to the one that was worn by her friend. "an outfit fit for someone on tje dark side," she said.
Blood Red: Chapter One: The Administrator
I opened my eyes and looked straight into two deep blue eyes that belonged to a worn-green dragon. "good morning, foxy." the dragon moaned, stroking my back with one arm and leaning over, causing me to topple to his side.
TMF-Ep18-The Second ordeal-
Some time later the next block had opened up after the fight but thomas had agreed with harry to fall back as everyone was worn out from the fighting.
Heart Of Stone
Time worn crooked breaking frames hold treasures of culture's past, smiles that faded long ago are seen within cold dead eyes on faces, some without names. how long can these treasures last?
Marionette
the marrionette in the box cries itself to sleep each night its strings worn, its wooden arms peeling it watches each day the world drift away from his empty button wooden eyes the marionette in the box cries, quiet tears of pain unseen and unheard