Never Endeavor
# never endeavor **by keskron** endeavor not the moon that glares above. do not walk into spectral woods unplanned. his haunt is there, he'll take you where sharp shadows loom, macabre and grand.
Age of Endeavors Part 2
Age of endeavors part 2 by: pent ghelsburg disclaimer: all characters in this story are fictional. they are my creation and intellectual property. any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely a coincidence.
Age of Endeavors Part 1
Age of endeavors part 1 by: pent ghelsburg disclaimer: all characters in this story are fictional. they are my creation and intellectual property. any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely a coincidence.
Unstable Future - Chapter 13
Before long the colonel had us all off the endeavor except for five of his soldiers.
The God Dragon
But as he observed the result of his endeavor, he felt it to have no meaning if no other existed to observe it with him.
Polytheism Within My Writing
Her greatest endeavor is leading travelers and explorers safely to their destination. **streetanous** - god of autumn and art. this stag god is often called "the great teacher."
Creeper Poem
Your endeavor is wasted by a button labeled "respawn"
The Scientific Inquirer, Article 1
"after fifteen years of dead ends and fruitless endeavors, my team and i have found a novel way to combat many forms of cancer." "i have nothing but praise for my team, and their efforts," dr. harkins went on to say.
The Scientific Enquirer
"after fifteen years of dead ends and fruitless endeavors, my team and i have found a novel way to combat many forms of cancer." "i have nothing but praise for my team, and their efforts," dr. harkins went on to say.
Longing For You
Wrote for my dearest in hope we will stay together **_the pearl white moon the perfect little tune the sound of my heart beating the hope this moment won't be fleeting for my love i long for forever i have long had to endeavor
Untitled Poem
endeavors wear the warmer years away, reduced at last to heaven's dormant clay. alive, i lick brambles until my tongue tears, despairing my ever being young. i think of you. i don't smile when i do.
The Tradgedy of You and Me
In the dead of the night i reach for your hand you're not there and it's hard to understand what happened to the dream of forever it's something hard i must endeavor the cuts are gone but the scars remain the past is a memory and the present