Nordguard scene exercise
**I visited the creative writing teacher and he suggested I do this excersise for my new fanfic. The excersise was to create a picture of a landscape with nothing but words and using the senses, I had my friend Dash help with the mistakes I made but...
Grim Outcomes
**Every day, it gets darker. Every day, it becomes harder to focus. Every day, the motivation to get up in the morning eludes me. Every day, I question why I exist. I participate in a society that I feel isolated from. Detached in such a...
path to glory: prolouge
But on this dreary day, their was a not so dreary soul, this soul looked on the dreary outside.
forsaken and forgotten (poem)
Tonight, tonight, its just a dreary night, we look to that dark sky, whats to the world in light? we see the truth of life in the night.
The Haunting
It felt creepy and even more dreary and foreboding then fisher falls. oh, i'm sorry. i should probably introduce myself. my names' samuel, but everybody just calls me sam.
Dungeons & Adders CH10
The interior of the tenement looked much like its exterior, the crumbling plaster and depressing grey colors adding to the dreary atmosphere.
Suncrest - Chapter 2
Even so, giu felt the dreariness seeping in. the last thing he needed was another vulture incident. "you wouldn't happen to know of a good spot to sleep off the meal, would you, pixie?" "tea is fine, thanks.
A Dreary path of A Soviet Dragon (Prelude to Dragon Storm)
Prolog: Point insertion on dock #1585 at Dragon Talon Island. Lazz and Rio are getting their gear together before they leave the boat. Lazz is looking through his kit until something hit him. "I haven't been on a dock since I was at the...
Tales of Furope: The Adventure Begins!
"i'm weary and i'm dreary, need a place to rest my head. i'm weary and i'm dreary; got no place to call a bed! i'm weary and i'm dreary and i really need a nap, but a lion never gets to sleep when he is hauling crap!"
The Angel I Fear
I gaze at the angel, so pitiful and dreary. she lifts her head, her eyes locking with mine. she walks in, wearing such a forlorn face. i walk back, for fear of her intent. she keeps coming, her hand extended to me.
Getting Better
The windows opened slightly to all make the room feel light and warm relatively quickly thanks to the summer sun dispelling what would otherwise have been a far more dreary visit.
Damp Face
Grow, tended the land garage again today, smiles forsake truck window landscapes can't cry, won't be moved, fear dies, won't preclude try to reach, can only feel don't teach, only know resigned mothers, cereal dinners, never have, always hold dreary