Blades and Brush-Prologue
His flames had scorched the battleground and his eyes were full of fury.
Ascension
Static erupted from his body, scorching the rocky terrain around him, and he leaped forward. "if this...!" rai yelled, large beam of energy interrupting him. as it reaches him, a large shroud of dust fills the air, covering him.
A flame doesnt always die: Ch.1
, the wolf dropped to all fours, and sprinted to the hole, that was mounted into the scorched, reinforced concrete wall. ''how could this of happened, we were just making a movie, that''s all!''''
Rukhgert Stern, the griffin. (Prologue)
The first bonfire of the year and scorched hair on the fingers. the first grass, caressing the eyes, and eaten dandelion, sweetish and smearing yellow pollen. the first bicycle ride and the first dug out garden bed.
Day 12: Weapon
The rough earth digging into my skin while the scorching sun shone upon me. long seconds passed before color returned to my world and i saw the end of a wooden sword pointed at my face. dark green eyes stared at me from behind the sword, calm but firm.
Dante's Awakening Chapter 2
A voice he didn't recognize penetrated his ringing eardrums, and he turned his scorched eyes in an attempt to focus upon its source. "enjoying your stay? i made it especially comfortable for you," it said sarcastically.
Dante's Awakening. Chapter 2
A voice he didn't recognize penetrated his ringing eardrums, and he turned his scorched eyes in an attempt to focus upon its source. "enjoying your stay? i made it especially comfortable for you," it said sarcastically.
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Jerking his hand away as if he had been scorched, he flung himself off the creature and sat in a crouch, his wings tucked around himself safely. he stared, black eyes into blue, and almost cried out at the sudden rush of emotion and color.
1:29 Conference #3
Bravo, the entire strike force, had no place to go as their bodies were crushed by the force of the explosion, then scorched by the ensuing heat.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Thirty Two
Legion looked down at my arm, where the sleeve had been completely scorched away. the skin was an alarming shade of red. _so, how do you feel about giving up?_ i thought helpfully.
4. Waiting for the Bus
Under the scorching sun the small space between the bus stop and the building feels tortuously long, and when you finally reach it the doors slide open and you're greeted by sweet, ac-cooled air; you know it's not enough.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 67
Tears fell on top of her head, and seeped into her hair, scorching hot. "i do." "you can't possibly know that!" he insisted, holding her so tight she could barely breathe. "you can't possibly know how you'll feel after tonight is through!"