Blood Sweat And Tears Artinya の小説・ストーリー

I tell you, even if you succeed today, I just hate that I won't give you a happy ending. He crawled into bed again, seeing the white flesh in front of him became more and more yearning, but he still wanted to say one more sentence: - You can only sell for a few cents at most. The medicine was getting stronger and stronger, Iris began to look at the woman's body with fascination, her throat was dry, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then began to kiss her hand very gently, finally a long kiss on the face. smooth face hidden in the dark. The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers.

Dark streaks ran from the corners of her eyes, staining her cheeks. “Tears of blood.” I gasped out...

Tears stream down my eyes as they deliver merciless blows to my body. Each one worse than the last and every bone in me creaks for mercy, until it all goes black again.

Swords clashing and men grunting block out the constant irritants of my father's rants. The smell of sweat and blood heavy in the air. Starring at the ground in utter defeat once I've hit the ground with a hard thud once more. My small, pale body covered in dirt and bruises. My legs covered in turf marks. The dirt and dust burning my wounds, the salty sweat of mine doesn't help either. Tears threatening to spill, I lift my arm and wipe off the sweat from my forehead.

Blood. The warrior shrieked as the first few droplets of my blood tears landed on his face. It rolled down to enter his ears. His rotting wounds started closing up. The black veins on his body that were no longer intertwined, started fading out. His dull, pale skin filled up with colour.

she said looking at a painting of a woman crying in a small village and white droplets were falling from the red sky. "Do you see the brush marks, they represent the agony, the artist has poured out her anger on this piece. The woman is crying because she is alone in the small village as you can see and the sky is red which means vengeance" David explained, "How do you know all these things" Cara asked, "I guess thats how much I love art" David shrugged, One of the staffs came to them, "Ah, you are looking at the shenile piece, the artist really did a lot" he said,

My throat goes so dry it feels like gravel when I swallow. This is the closest I have come to being with her,all that stands between us is my heavily tinted window and a small distance. Her shoulders fold in on themselves, shaking. She is crying. I am going to have to kill that bastard. A tear slips free, coursing down her radiant skin in slow motion. I want to taste those tears .I want to taste every single thing on her body. Her sweat. Her dampness. The tears tremble at the edge of her jaw… then drop.

Prevent me from playing. Guarantee my defeat. A hot sting gathered behind my eyes. I fought it. I truly did. My jaw was clenched so hard it hurt. I swallowed repeatedly. It didn't matter. The tears came anyway. They spilled down my face in steady torrents, mixing with the sweat clinging to my skin before disappearing onto the frozen ice beneath me. The agony tearing through my fractured arm was unbearable. Yet somehow... The ache inside my chest hurt even more. It wasn't getting hit that ripped me apart.

Sharper this time. I swallowed. My hands were shaking. I hugged my sketchbook tighter. He exhaled through his nose. Looked at the blood on his knuckles like it had personally offended him. Then he reached into his jacket, pulled out a black bandana, and started wrapping his hand. I watched, stupidly mesmerized. “Why were you there?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to mine. “I was passing through.” “Twice in two days you’ve ‘passed through’ exactly where I am.”

My arms and chest were the most difficult thanks to all of the tattoos I've gotten over the years. As I carefully searched my chest, parting my hair to get a good look like one would do to a dog when looking for ticks, I noticed that the dragon on my chest seemed to look like it had large white-green tears coming from it's eyes, almost as if it had been crying and the tears dried on my skin. There were only three of them, but they were there all the same.