Dreamcatchers chapter 1 revised
I watched as the huge man, in his fancy shmansy pin suit, his gold cuff links with a matching tie pin, pinned to a tie that was much to short for the huge belly he had, lumbered away, the thick stench of his cuban cigars still in my nostrils.
The wandering man, memory block 1
"you'd have an excellent career in the mob" fedora man puffs a cigar, an unhealthy habit that our wanderer has his own problem with. you can't put a price on feeling like a bigshot. "my reply" says our wanderer.
Shadow Of A Doubt - Ch. 11 - A New Trick
I winced at the mere sight of that grin, holding that never-ending cigar. i slumped back in my chair. "sorry. i didn't mean to snap at you..." "i know" damnit! she knows everything, doesn't she?!
A warming dream. A cold reality.
My father, lit a cigar and, boom. it shouldn't have happened, yet it did, and i always since feel poorer for it. the pain is long since gone, but the memories, die much slower._ " he mutters to himself with a deep, long and drawn sigh, turning slowly away
Love in War Chap. 2
A short unlit cigar was taking occupancy in his mouth. "i was wondering weather or not, you two would show up." drake looked at randy, "at ease lieutenant.
Steel Wheels, Iron Horses Ch. 2
The stub of a black cigar was clenched between his teeth. "what can i do for you," he asked. "i want a job firing," was berkshire's answer. "and what about him?"
True Divinity
Don't worry though," the tycoon dropped and stepped on his expensive cigar, glancing back with an odious glare that made stormy's eyes bulge: "i didn't charge you for delivery, this time."
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part One
At his side was a half-finished cigar. "you must be jonathan moose," he said in a deep tenor, shaking hands with joe. "i am travis huxley, owner and manager of barjocks. make yourself comfortable."
Rodent's Special Trip
Follow the linkhttps://www.sofurry.com/view/684441 a sweet aroma was in the air as rodent was enjoying an afternoon smoke; although one could have believed he was giving himself the relief of a cigarette or a fine cigar, this wasn't the case of this situation
Industrial Accident
Thankfully the day was over, and it was just a short walk before he had something to eat, a cigar in his maw, and could relax. the hybrid left out the back, ambling along behind the building towards the back of the compound where he worked.
The Mystic Sands | Chapter 3
He was a hare, and by the cut of his fine coat and his ten-pound cigar, it was not difficult to discern just how wealthy he was or pretended to be. "good evening, gentlemen.
Kaiju ga Gotoku 8.2 - The Mad Bird of Issincho
Tagasuki turned stiff, his antennae paralysed and his cigar dropping from his mandibles. "what...what the fuck?"