Classic Rock Club Prologue
The stress hadn't faded, but the worry was gone at least. i took a deep breath and looked at the alarm clock near the bed. "should probably get to sleep. got school tomorrow." there was a sour thought.
Ven meets Zolya
He woke up early one morning before the sun had risen, and the stress of the constant training prevented him from falling back asleep. he knew that he could only sleep probably an hour more before one of the elders training him would come wake him.
Trust Exercise
This is so stressful!!" jarzyl yelled at him. they were really approaching the taller residential buildings now.
normal. five
Maybe it was the stress of the day. "sorry, guys. i'm going to have to go," she said, standing up to leave for the third time that evening. "no, no!" protested some of the guys. "stay and hang out!" "have some fun!"
Suave
He was loaded with stress sweat, staining the pits of his white t and even his red sweatshirt.
Lost Into the Past Chapter 7
"s-stressed?! i never get stressed, especially when i'm on the dinosaur train!" he exclaimed, folding his arms. "why do you ask?" "well... you did snap at me earlier... and you didn't seem as cheerful..." "nathan, i'm not stressed! simple as that!" mr.
Relationships
He always love to take showers because it was his best way to relieve stress. he would let the hot water run through out his body cleansing him of his stress. he got out of the shower and he looked at himself at the mirror.
Tiger's Toy
They said they'd just have you helping with worker stress, that's what they said. as a public relations person, you of course agreed. you'd always wanted to go to the amazon.
Heavy hangs the head
One night, after a particularly stressful fire, they asked that i come to the commons area for a little chat. not sure what to expect, i was surprised when it turned out to be an intervention of sorts.
The Secret of a Lover
The prospect of relying solely on his instincts to guide him sounded boring, stressful, and meaningless.
Powered Affection chapter 1
I giggled then began to push my thumbs a little harder into my fathers shoulder and moved them clockwise to get all the knots and stress out of his shoulders.
A driving need
And, to make matters worse, for the first time in my life, all the stress that finals caused had not abated with their conclusion. in fact, it had gotten worse, another kind of stress had been added to it.