The Call of the Wretched Sea, Chapter 1: An Eye
With a roaring torrent of sound, the crashing of winds and waves smashed against the hull of the ship, spiralling over and onto the deck.
Insert Heroics Here - Chapter 3
As the cart tipped forward to go down the spiral, a tinge of regret came over. zero to sixty in a matter of seconds, my paws could barely hold onto the cart as i sped down the spiral.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 31
He had a stick in his hand was doodling little spirals in the dirt. he jumped at her voice, said, "i'm all fine - right, i mean.
Delay Of Game
The ball spiralled as it flew, arcing down towards a spot that i wouldn't get to at my current pace. i had to be quicker, had to push harder.
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 31
He had a stick in his hand was doodling little spirals in the dirt. he jumped at her voice, said, "i'm all fine - right, i mean.
What A World We Live In
Such as this, a blood written opera in which a man can no longer hold thine own family from spiraling into a chaotic meaning. what world be we in when man, woman and child fearing the grass that have grown in their own yard?
Arcturus, Intro and Reference.
Mankind has spread its wings and broken away from their solar system , spreading its genes throughout their local spiral arm of the milky way.
Luke vs Tsume. A battle of Speed vs. Dexterity
She spiralled and danced out of the way, avoiding the onslaught, but one struck her and sent her staggering.
The Magic Attic: Toonish TV Antics
Watching the tiger, they noted that the tiger had spirals in his eyes but they didn't really pay it much heed, they just assumed that it was a part of his design.
A redemption of the soul Chapter 2
I'm proud of you man i really am" he expected a reply but spyro didn't even register them, he just pushed his way past and made his way towards the spiralling staircase with lead to the main balcony. "bro? hey spyro! anyone in there?! spyro!"
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 56
This war had only been going on for a few hours, and all this violence and bloodshed already seemed to be spiralling to the point where nothing could ever, ever make it right.
The Decomposition of the Moon
The intangible darkness that is my heart you reach into it, and it fills the gaps between your fingers consuming your beautiful, slender arm far away in the distance, the decaying dreams spiral before the blurred moon that is simply decomposing my existence