Forgotten Gods Part 2: Risen From The Depths
... yet it was as if the world had slowed to a snail's crawl. every event unfolded languidly, in a terrible peace, and she watched helpless and horrified from a body which would not move at such a pace: an observer to her coming doom.
A Journey Begun - Chapter 1 - Into A New Skin
Time was crawling like a snail during winter and i had no idea of what to do. then a knock on the door solved that problem for me. well crap. i got up and threw on the disguise spell in a hurry.
Raspberry Line Chapter 19
It was wednesday, halfway through, and there was just one more day to go, but time felt like it was moving slower than a turtle going at a snail's pace. recess. winter recess.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 27
Too weak to get up and run, she pushed herself away with all the strength she could muster, dragging her body along the hard, frozen ground like a snail. kiana wanted nothing more than to help her, but how?
Story - Game difficulty
"well, the last one in the attic is a snail," he teasingly shouts. spotty hurriedly chases mylo up the stairs.
The Pool, Chapter Two.
I'd rather lay on my cushions than in the moss with the snails and beetles, maybe?" "ah, we lived for thousands of years sleeping in nests and caves, hunting in the forests, flying where we damn well pleased. i'm plenty comfortable right now."
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 118
Too weak to get up and run, she pushed herself away with all the strength she could muster, dragging her body along the hard, frozen ground like a snail. kiana wanted nothing more than to help her, but how?
Isolation-Excerpt 26-Treetop Labs
Every inch seemed like a mile and mike and i were literally crawling across the room at a snail's pace, trying to keep from making any noise at all.
The Adventure Begins
.** **jutan - as the amnesia afflicted hero (otter) eno - as the helpful sidekick (penguin) kirk and greg - as stereotypical thugs (rat and bat) random enraged creatures - (snails, lobsters, hermit crabs, beetles)** a vicious storm raged in the
Close Enough: Chapter 1 -Shane
When i looked straight on, i saw it was cass, snailing down the stairs slowly, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "morning cass!" i greeted happily. i got no reply and chuckled. cass was literally dead until she got her coffee.
Second Fiddle
But compared to a black dragon on the wing, they were both just snails, oozing their way across the ground. seconds later, a burst of incandescent fire emerged from out of the black skies, smashing into the ground somewhere just west of the fence-line.
Cassandra (Chapter 2)
With the even increasing reliance on electronic communication it was rare for the feline to find anything more than junk mail waiting for him, but he was always sure to check for any snail-mail of consequence at least once every few days.