Crazy Messy Story
Beef is tasty, french fries are crisp, and sauce is generous. clearly, she didn't lie to me when she said it's a good restaurant.
A Pleasant Walk
The crisp smell of breads, steamed broccolis and potatoes, and the heavenly sweet, honeyed cakes linger heavily in the air, as well as the shouts of the vendors.
Cold Scent
"dutch can smell a lie at ten paces," they used to say, and while that wasn't strictly true, i could catch the sour, acid undertones of fear on a suspect's breath, a scent that rose to a crisp point as the untruth in a bunch of half-truths rolled from
Scene Two: Funeral
Ferro was one of fifteen others arranged in crisp rows; survivors of the battle for prontero.
{Pokémon/Babyfur} Pampered and Pressured (1/2)
They both head downstairs and open the back door before making their way outside; daniella smiles as the warm sun and the crisp air greet her once again, grabbing her mother's hand as they start walking to the garden.
bobbie and James -01 --new school, new threats
He cut off that train of reminiscing and regrets and focused again on how cute little bobbie was; such white fur, so white it was almost blue, such nice spots, so crisp, so black, so sharp.
BX-132 Chapter 2
The chocolate lab turned to the ferret in the crisp white nurse's uniform, holding a chart. " nurse, mark the time of death at 18:30 hours," the doctor sighed. it was never easy losing a patient, and this one had been an odd case.
The price of freedom Chapter 2 Dumbcane
It was still late, the sun would not be up for hours, the air cold and crisp. the destroy angel, bought earlier, tucked safely in a cloth sac, inside a old leather rump sac.
The Dark Streets - Reboot Preview
Even his voice, a pleasant baritone, was perfected, each syllable pronounced with a punctuating and crisp tone.
Yedmichi's Tail (first draft) Prologue
The night air was crisp and refreshing as the steady clop clop of hooves sounded on the pave-stone path.
Dry Eyes, Cold Hearts (Ch. 10)
Morning was harsh, blisteringly hot as belluosus's burning glare baked the land to a crisp. the wood was stacked high for saccularius's funeral pyre, and a great feast was in the last stages of preparation.
Empty - Chapter 3
Flowers in late bloom, wet grass, and the singular crisp smell of late fall. he was about to turn and begin walking down the street, when he spotted something in the far gutter. it was the rifle he had thrown last night, laying were it had landed.