Bereft can end
Slowly it came to me, arrived like sunrise With no haste it filled my world with feelings Just as I moved to this land, to my demise I was tumbling, tried to find meanings I was confused I was from another land Saw it closed Failed to make my...
Brave the Storm, My Flightless Birds
You stood at the edge of a cliff, your slitted pupils glaring down at the crashing waves below as vibrant gold and blue scales glittered under an evening sun. The tip of your forked tongue whipped against a salty breeze as you curled into a worn, torn,...
Day 13 - Hobby
#12 of orctober 2020 this is the second to last story of this batch and the thirteenth one based on prompts given by dnddentist this one is more melancholic than the others and probably due to that, it's not going to be as good as the others.
Love hurts wonderfully
I'm swimming in something i'm not sure of maybe in something i can feel from inside it feels melancholic but very good it feels wonderful, utopian like dreams gliding through the water of memories is something i'm still not used to they feel volatile
Medeia.
Campanile: a thirty-year-old choleric-melancholic medic cat. she is a doctor who runs a small business healing people from ailments.
Fear Pitch Black: Melancholic
Chapter 1 Emmeranne had a place in her coffin near the other side of the dark and spooky Everfree forest. What's in the coffin? A magical mare bat that didn't want to be seen. She asked herself, "My name is Emmeranne. I'm a bat...
Civilized Nature
**tanka no. 1 (spring)** myriad birds perching in radiant hues celestial -- whistling in the leaves the melancholic music of the old depressed flautist **tanka no. 2 (summer)** burrowing hornets emerge in heated morning -- the shedding of tears from
Damp Face
**damp face** _by asher wolfstein_ in night sweats i still lay, shades of cold, so far away anger on repeat, point complete, ditches titanic, tears chthonic foundations melancholic, morality mnemonic, words tectonic father alcoholic love unspoken
My true loves
My hero in the darkest hours of my loneliness, and broke the shackles of my melancholic distress. i've been walking this road for several years, passed the curves in the shadow of my fears.
MegaParsec Chapter 3: A Melancholic Time
Niari, Aielle and I all kneeled near the newly regenerated ziscal. She was completely healed, and no scars nor blood were on her. A couple other ziscal gently woke her up, and then helped her inside, since she could not walk by herself. "What did...
Pages From a Dog’s Diary #2
But today, as i was idling past, thinking about nothing and barely noticing the melancholic statue on the lawn, the front door opened and a frail, white-haired woman stepped outside. she was old, and wore a gray shawl around her shoulders.
August 4: A Moment with Kyouji-san
Looking to the distance, kyouji-san smiled with a somewhat melancholic look on him, his eyes halfway open. it was the first time in forever that i saw those red pupils of his again that blended with the sunset hue.