The Brimstock Descent
A dreary fog ridden town named Brimstock sat upon a cliff overlooking a great lake where the waters within were grey and still. Just at the edge was an old tower covered in moss that used to serve as housing for the lighthouse staff when the town...
Cadaverous
He said with a slow pace. "that's what i thought," lexi said. "why are you so afraid of telling her or me?" she then asked. "because she might not feel the same about me," rev said with a sad slow voice. "she's out of my league anyway."
Reflectional Relapse...
.--- ---following piece written as he griefs for loved one--- (chapter 2: reflectional relapse) i'm falling at such a slow pace i've left everything behind, there's nothing left to trace among the meadow of mindful mischief i found the one thorn
Caged Balloons - chapter 3
I kept going at a slow pace. i didn't remember were i was anymore. some random neighborhood. my thoughts were broken by distant sirens. i started my run again. i found another row of trees and decided to slowly walk through them.
Grounded
She continued at her agonizingly slow pace until she reached a small hole, a tiny natural shelter between a tree trunk and a large fallen branch. she tried to sit slowly, but her legs gave way and she collapsed with a small whimper.
Alone without a mate
pace, mind is calm, i've found my way, gonna kill myself and take away all my pain, now i'm smiling in the rain, my will has been slain, reassured, everything's gonna be ok, taken control again, twisted and bent, utterly spent, climb to the roof
Wolf Of the Bloated Stars
The feeding began almost immediately , a thick, sweet, creamy substance flowed through the tube and into embers maw at a somewhat slow pace. though he had been here long enough to know that the pace would soon increase.
Wolf Of the Bloated Stars
The feeding began almost immediately , a thick, sweet, creamy substance flowed through the tube and into embers maw at a somewhat slow pace. though he had been here long enough to know that the pace would soon increase.
Mired in the Bog.... (GRIM ENDING)
The thick mud had felt so disgusting towards ronther, he was sinking at yet a slow pace. bleh! this is so disgusting! and i can't get out!! ronther felt panic swirling around him and he put both of his hands on the thick bog.
Changes
Lance followed the dragon through large tunnels, having to run to keep up with the dragon, even with the slow pace it set. 'you can stay here until the ceremony is done being prepared, when it is, i will come to get you.'
VTQ: A Tight Squeeze
With my feet getting pulled inside, i could feel the hot, squishy interior around my entire body, the rippling muscles inside pulling me deeper into the coils at a slow pace.
Paralyzed with Fear
It began drawing closer at a torturously slow pace. scar wanted desperately to scream for help, but his maw wouldn't open and no sound could be heard from behind his lips.