My Name Is... - SHORT STORY
Other than a few pretzels on the plane she had not eaten in quite a while.
Biographies
Harold will always tell him the same thing: he was called for emergency backup in vonneville (between mouthfuls of pretzels) and that the filing cabinets need sorting. he just can't be left alone.
Jaguar Feathers
By the time i got there the sailors were just barely waking up with a breakfast of liquor and pretzels. sailors, never a quarter as disciplined as soldiers, but have twice the heart the three times the brave as the average one too.
My Immortal (By Avoozl)
Inside was a scrawny human woman, all twisted and mangled like a soft pretzel. maybe it was trite of me to ask, but i assure you it was all instinct when i said, "what in the hell are you doing in there?" somehow i just knew she was alive.
The Complexities of Thumper Part 1
So if you think the plot starts to look like a pretzel, let me know. it is kind of hard to write an alien god-like computer character without drowning in the deep end. edit- all those questions marks were supposed to be words in cyrillic.
An Assignment In Overcoming The Terrifyingly Familiar Part 1
Rico is close enough that howell can feel the harp seals breath on his face and smell the calamari and pretzel sticks on it.
Locals Only (Pages 1-31)
The road-worn van's driver-side door closed with a thunk and the driver circled around to see the three boys, restraints tangled from their desperate effort to grab the knife, leaving them pretzeled in uncomfortable poses. "howdy mister.
Horfie, the Selective Service Elf
All during the film, he had been pestering his advisors and his vice president to cut up his pretzels and mash up his bananas, and the v. p. was at his limit.
My Immortal
Inside was a scrawny human woman, all twisted and mangled like a soft pretzel. maybe it was trite of me to ask, but i assure you it was all instinct when i said, "what in the hell are you doing in there?" somehow i just knew she was alive.
Jimmy and Connie do a convention
"i love the smell of plastic in the morning..." the young mouse quipped, chomping down on the end of a thick sourdough pretzel stick "it smells like... victory."
Pokemon Team Valiant: Closure
How the hell do volcan and tristan get _any_semblance of sleep without contorting themselves into pretzels?"
Dreamer's Paradise: Nightmare City
After a great deal of straining and grunting and a great deal of will he held up the pole in a twisted pretzel like form. he dropped what was left trying to shake out his arms which now felt like he had ripped several muscles and a strained/pain feeling.