Grief
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Grief
No longer caring if they heard her or not, she let out a sob of grief and betrayal, turning and running back out into the frigid rain. half blind, she only just managed to negotiate the stairs and make it to her car.
Grief in the Night
Sam noticed that leos eyes had changed slightly, as she gazed into them she saw more then grief lurking in the blue depths of his iris.
the greatest grief
He cried till he could grieve no more. and then he rose to his feet, clenched his fists, spread his muscular arms, raised his anguished face to the ceiling and screamed a deafening soul shattering scream that came from the very grief ridden depths of his spark
Croix - (Kreet 97)
Croix As they neared the town of Croix, Kallid rode with Mr. Price and Mr. Todd at the front of the coach, his bow still in hand with his relatively small arrows restocked in a quiver beside him. Since the attack, everyone was awake and alert....
Lonely Dinner (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The previous eight months had been hard on the wolf. At a tempo he'd never prepared for he managed to bury a father and mourn over his mother's ashes. The weight and absences of it all were creeping into his realization, standing in a kitchen as...
Somehow
I beg you not to think of me Or all I hoped I'd be Doesn't matter how you tried To all the ones who died Don't think of what you could have done If I'd have been someone We all have our destined time I'm sorry you saw mine We hope...
Penguins
Too many suits move in too many lines. They circle banquet tables, hawk-eyed, hunting crudites, canapés, bruscheta. Fingers ferry food -- fish, perhaps -- finding slack-jawed mouths already open, squawking at wayward children or bemoaning...
Not Grapes (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The fox stood alone in his kitchen, consoled by the dull rattle of the refrigerator straining to moan back to life. The partially complete sandwich on the counter seemed to mock him, as he again took inventory of the contents. ~ "Tomato.. grilled...
A Painter's View (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The old raccoon gazed out over the world below, standing alone in the room of his apartment aboard the orbital station. Letting out a sigh as he turned his attentions to the digital easel, palette-pad in one hand and stylus brush in his other. The...
You're Gone
_3:02 pm markus\>_ we also talked about getting through grief in stages. she says there are a few different lists of 'stages of grief', but that they're all just loose guidelines.
The Last Game of the Master Domino Player
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