Welcome To Suburbia. Chapter One. (Welcome To The Neighborhood.)
If she can do that what means she won't burn us to a crisp?" with that the group started to disperse, running away from sithany and the ring of fire. "how?" jinx asked from behind her. "how what? and how'd you get in here?" she asked suspicously.
And the day started out so good.
His crisp white shirt still clean and neatly tucked into black slacks. a caramel and mango stained black apron and black ball cap rounding out his ensemble.
Chapter 4: Changes
The crisp night air fell like a soothing balm on my tortured flesh. i think i moaned a few times. when they asked or explained something to me, i nodded or grunted, not really paying attention to the words spoken, but mostly we moved in silence.
Triumph and Tragedy (A battle ballad)
Columns of fresh crisp uniforms stand at the end of night. lined up like toy tin soldiers, just pawns in the general's sight.
My Feet
His natural, ancient forest in a crisp winter, with hint of predator, scent thrilled my tongue.
writing exercise
The crisp clearness of the area amazes you since you've been in the forest this entire time, barely seeing any outcroppings to breaks in the trees.
Day 29 - Ill
His scent was no longer the one i had grown to love, sharp and crisp like the mountains, instead it was mellow, acrid and sour, like the medicines that barely keep him alive.
Frosty Mornings
Trees rustling softly overhead in a crisp, fresh breeze, she twitched one ear to them, but otherwise relaxed, muscles soft as she finds the best bit of hay and groans in appreciation. it wasn't a bad place she was at, oh no - not by a long shot.
Nova Short
When he opened his eyes, everything was still and crisp. there was a moment of complete silence. then the whisper came back, but louder. "we found them! they are just over that ridge!"
Draw to the Heart (teaser)
The crisp chill of oncoming winter prickled his thick pelt, loosening the sky's mesmerizing grip on him. "yeah, that sounds good about now." he sat up and pulled the hood of his bunny hug over his head.
Laughing All the Way to the...
. \*\*\*\* the crisp autumn air blew against the loose orange and red leaves, scattering them about a concrete sidewalk worn with time. the orange sky showing true halloween spirit, as the early trick or treaters giggled in excitement.
09 - Tumble Weeds
crisp," the red tick-tock brother ventured, "what is it that you do for a living?"