Shipwrecked
Feeling uneasy once again, he watched the ripples as the water surface stilled, some slow movement under the water catching his attention.
398 Missing Pages
He reaches out and grabs one as it passes, holding it hard against the invisible storms that batter at him and tug against the paper, rippling the words thereon and trying to tear it from his hands. he grabs another and another, desperately.
The Dragon's Scale
As the human submerged himself, the dragon roared in pain as his life rippled out through his neck.
Too Defensive
The sound faded rapidly, and the rune pulsed a vibrant green as the air ripple around it with heat. "see? less than a second. i doubt i can draw a sword at that speed." the otter said with a small smirk.
Supersizing a Superhero
He tensed his quads as he walked, thrilled by how they popped out against his pale orange fur, rippling with enough power to crush mountains. he raised both arms this time, flexing his biceps again for the whole city to see.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 139
A loud chopping noise broke through the shouts and growls and a shuddering ripple rose through the tree from the bottom up, through the trunk and into the flaming branches.
Three Mile Island
Instead, i vow to flow about you-- cooling, calming waters, circling, circling, rippling round your atomic nature-- holding you but never touching you oh my chernobyl. oh, my three mile island.
The Why of Werewolves
Muscles rippling, no matter your gender! fantastic, engine of flesh, ripping, snorting; hungry! not that it was foreign--no! we always could have embraced this! we were free!
Writing.
That to most others is simply regarded as a piece of text to roll over; yet still, we all do it anyway, working into the late nights and those tiresome evenings, but even though, it all makes for some times we shall never forget, and always admire, that one ripple
Something vauge
Empty as the end of all things, not a spark in the darkness, not a ripple in that pond. the worlds shortest story. and yet. i exist. never ever doing anything but nothing. seeing nothing, feeling nothing, breathing nothing, begin nothing.
The True Reason
See if the reflection really is clear without the ripples of the winds to obstruct your view. the beauty of it all can speak more than words themselves. until that grace has become known to you, the search still lives on.
Somewhere in Nevada
Occasionally, the waters of the oasis outside ripple, though not by any apparent wind or insect. no fish live in this small, clear pool. if one were to look into it, they might see the bottom, or they might not.