Time
For me, a month has gone pups have come of age elders have shared their knowledge and moved on yet i have not many realities lived always in motion forever trapped, yet always free will imposed, but never recognized **this was the testament
The Testament of Kendall Whitaker
A testament of kendall whitaker, ophthalmologist, amatuer occultist northern district of charinthosse, 1928 this story is inspired by the works of h.p.
A Dragon's Tale-The Star's Journey-Chapter 17-The Testament
"so i've heard", i answered, "what can you tell me about the testament?"
An End of an Era
A final testament of who we were, the things we did, and what might become. * * * so tired.... memories fogged by distance. it is hard to think. where are my people? i strain harder to remember...
End of an Era
testaments of our absolute dominion over the forces of all that was known and unknown. though not by our choice, we leave these behind.
Whispers of the Frostbound
Although english is my second language and i had no formal education in it, i was undeterred; any errors that may remain are a testament to my self-taught knowledge.
Postnuptial Playing
A white metallic ring in each fifth finger was a testament to a vow, in truth made so long ago when they realised it wasn't a teenager's crush, but a choice to carefully maintain their love like a bonzai tree.
Star Wars: Dark Mandate - Prologue
A testament to the power, the enduring and eternal shadow of the dark side. the jedi exiled those of them that sought the knowledge of the dark, but these outcasts endured. the jedi noticed this, their banishment only aiding their rise to greatness.
Presto - Prologue
There the beginnings of the testament sat, in the unforgiving glare of the bare bulb. he'd hoped for clarity, for peace - for absolution. but instead, what he had was an elegy, for a life truly gone too soon.
musket prologue: chapter 4,
'son, this is my last will and testament. i leave all of my personal belongings to you and you only. all i ask is that you please don't be mad at me. if it would have helped, i would have punched any civilian right in the jaw for only referring you as some
Delving Deep.
In which expectations are not merely walked up to and met peaceably, but shattered unto oblivion, for the winds to carry forth to the ends of the earth as testament. digression.
In Deep Chapter 1 Supplies and Demands
The hammer of the gun was dragged back with an audible click of it's mechanics, not a testament to it's perfect design more a testament to it's struggling nature to remain a gun as it's parts yearned to break free and be anything other than an instrument of