The Broken Woman
The young woman sat in a pale room with pale doors, pale lights, and pale windows. she sat in a pale chair, wearing a pale gown. another woman in a pale coat. a pale nurse.
The Pale
The pale is a combination of splatterpunk and horror erotica; this will contain scenes of death and gore alongside sexual acts of an unspeakable nature. sit back, relax, and rot away while reading the pale.
In The Pale Moonlight
Kion Night had fallen over the pridelands. A deep red glow spread out across the horizon, the last vestige of the setting sun, the stars had already begun to appear and the full moon was slowly rising. A gentle breeze blew through the air...
Pale She
Should pale she not wake, venerate her mute demise. cut her down, cord her. a new life in fire, for pale she gives heat in death. let this be her spring.
In the Pale Moonlight
Out of the pale moonlight. though, every few steps, one of them would step into it. by accident. or not. illuminated with an ethereal, milky-white glow. but the moon was only a sliver, a crescent.
Pale & Breathless
Zylen andel, kritanta, and the story are © to me, zylen andel apollo musea is © to apollojay89 (over on fa) **pale & breathless** ** ** **written by: zylen andel** the night was still, with a chilling breeze being the only sound the lovers
Pale Reflection
_Company Handbook. Chapter XIV. Section 3. The offices of the Insurance Claims Counselors should at all times be kept tidy and be made to seem separate from the treatment and billing departments of the hospital to put the consumer's minds at...
Beyond the Pale
The whole thing is guarded by a series of forts and walls -- the pale. beyond the pale is... mad wilderness. within, ah..." i sighed. "within, the warm comforts of the iron kingdom." "do you miss civilization,_kajja_?" _that_ was a word i had not used.
Pale as Scars
Tristan stared at his scarred forearms. His eyes traced the lines of glass cuts, chaotically arranged, pausing to linger on the methodically arranged rectangular burns. The last of the scabs had finally come off, and he was left with the reality that...
The Pale Gardener (Poem)
Fall swift like rain and land upon his patch; trees halt your speed with leaves and break your fall first sight, the truth is almost hard to latch the gardener so pale and blue guides all death is no enemy to you or me, he wants not fear but for you to reflect
Pale Shade of Blue
Molemaid too saving all their rage for you from the island where they flew anger, hating knifeblade flies faster than the death of night end the son's envy and end the father's spite fine edges slit a creature's throat in two red reflections in a pale
The Wolf in the Pale Moonlight
._ **the ballad of finchwood farm - chapter four - the wolf in the pale moonlight** _'once you're lost in twilight's blue, you don't find your way, the way finds you...'