Some thoughts from the brink. ( supplimental)
A red furred ottsel sits at a table. His head fur is dyed bright yellow and his arm fur is stained black with flame markings. He has on a boilder suit, He rubs his claws nervously. "What Can I honestly say... Let me think. Well My father. He said...
The Brink: The day of opening.
Couldnt get the spell checker to work so forgive my shitty writing xd i thought this up well playing the game "brink" i might make this into a possible series as it was very fun to write.
HoA Chapter 13: At the Brink
"well, hun, as owner and operator of "the brink's claim", we do get a fair amount of business it is true. but, a few nights ago, a group of northerners passed through and paid for their rooms and drinks with platinum! actual, genuine, platinum!
Star Hopper Chapter Four
Every planet on the brink was either really dry or wet due to the position of the planets and no rotational spin.
The Book of Warlock 3. In the presence of magic.
Instead, he saw just about the last thing he was expecting; his beautiful black stallion, bromor, and one of the rat's lieutenants, whose name could have been brink.
The Little Things
They make you angry, they leave me hanging; it's always the little things that make me think; they twist my mind, both yours and mine and take us to the brink. it's always the little things that stop and make us think.
Day's End
Day's end warm, shiveled on brinks of bluntly burning eyes shrinking, and conscious slowly turning abroading breaths, breaking, calming quicker thriving thoughts with darkness growing thicker laying leasurly within balanced
In the Negative: Chapter 15
"but humphrey, what you're doing is suicide," mary, his mother argued, on the brink of tears, "how could we live with ourselves knowing that we allowed you to kill yourself?" there was a silence as humphrey lowered his eyes to the floor.
leave me be. poem
You just drive me to the brink to where i want to brake your face. if you can't handle this fate then change it your way. don't cry for me back, for you drove me away. deal with your crippling pain. it's not my fate.
my father the greatest father ever
For my fantasic father leidolf leidolf my father you have been there with me always pulling me from the brinks of hell and you are the reason ive regain my confindance i love you as my father and i wish you were my real father i have grown very fond of you
The End Is Queer
Until death decides that on your life its scythe must swing on the darkest days while our minds create their darkest plays the wheel of time keeps turning while our souls are slowly burning of my problems i do think as i watch our world cross over the brink
Les Citrus, Pt. II
She says i should try to think of something else besides home; i am just a thing on the brink, living where light has not shone.