Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 5
His brow creased, and his jaws worked back and forth, as if worrying an imaginary bone. "i thought i could have it both ways. i thought i could go with the popular choice, but still spare myself the burden of having that vixen's blood on my hands.
Raised by the Machine - A Memoir (Chapter One)
Instead of becoming chummy with the rest of the kids, i instead chose to partake in the old tradition of creating imaginary friends.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Seventy Four
He tipped an imaginary hat at the clerk, and then stumbled back outside. "good job," i said, coming out after him. "he probably thinks you're drunk now." "i'm fine with that," he replied without looking back. "rooms're this way.
A Birthday poem for a friend.
Today is a turning point in your life, a new page in an imaginary book, writing in a new chapter, a new dawn of a new day, a glorious sunrise forming a majestic day, in the two or so years i've known you, you've opened up to me, like a very shy bud
Snowscape
The roads outside were an imaginary outline, invisible under the fragile blanket of powder, and yet even with this preexisting blanket a cloud covered the moon.
Cinderfella, Chapter 2: Breakfast
Spike kept on going in his imaginary chase till he grabbed the edge of the rug in his muzzle and growled. but when he woke up, he saw pepito, dropped the rug from his mouth and panted as he saw his kind master.
[SNEAK PEEK] Shasha's Slumber
The naga wondered if maybe she had an imaginary friend. the tip of her thick tail suddenly veered around, like it had a mind of its own - it turned out it did. the naga watched with confusion as a toothy maw opened up and snarled in their direction.
The Life of Another - Chapter 35
He accentuated the latter by raising his hand with an imaginary brandy snifter. "to our new alien overlords and their soft flannel undies!" "what?" i replied with a cocked ear. "well they're aliens." he said defensively.
The Royal Welcome
Once his mind was cleared stormwind slowly picked up his swords and began practicing his technique, starting off with slow, steady movements before going into a rapid succession of attacks fighting imaginary opponents but to his surprise when he finished he
Moving On. (Chapter 3)
Chris said to imaginary spectres. chris reaches in his pocket, and pulled out the paper with the wolf's number on it. a few tears hit the paper, slightly distorting the ink, before chris began ripping up the paper.
Invane: White Dayness
imaginary pistols and weapons fallen upon the grounds besides me. bullets painted the grounds besides me. the wolves threw down. yet neither of them knew which wolf had started this fist fighting first.
Art
Colours meshing flowing blue flaming crimson tears of black and green specks of orange and yellow and violet pulled from my very soul imaginary images coating an empty canvas so many different masterpieces along the faded walls of my endless mind