Chapter 1: Raindrops on Roselias
Jonathan stormglade wasn't thinking of all the poetic implications of rain. he was just cursing the fact that he couldn't set up his damn camp in time for him to get out of the way and into his tent.
The Leaves of Fall Act 1: Co-Conspirators (Part 2)
, but his hands fall short and slump against his sides \>you want to help him, call for someone, even scream at your own lagging suffocation, but you don’t feel like you’ve got any strength left \>you check your phone for the time \>11:59 \>how poetic
Lion, Tiger and Bears, oh my, part 6
The french language is a poetic tongue, it is soft; it rolls out of the mouth easily. speaking it is like making love. to hear it mangled like this was disheartening.
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 46: A Brother’s Promise
That was poetic and stuff but that didn't answer his question. should he trust the panther? down there, his so-called friends seemed to be debating the same thing. some chose to go with pacal and retreated, some chose to go with ludwig and proceeded.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 7
That would be rather poetic, don't you think? to die by the same river that claimed banno's life? garten would have loved it, the way he was always going on about poetry. ooh, i hope that's what happened!"
1 : Obscured
"you spend the majority of your time silent, but then you say pseudo-poetic things like that." "hey, elliot," he was almost laughing at her sweet humor and even more so being enchanted by her sweet raspy voice.
Half Acre
He's so poetic. and ... so gentle. he's one of those submissive kind of guys." "aren't all mice submissive? aren't all prey," audrey asked, "submissive?" "no ... just look at rabbits. they're insane."
Nosho ai Rebelo a Malko. [ Song of Rebelo and Malko. ] Chapter 2
He drops down and decides: if he must kill, why not be poetic? _one of the bastard's own weapons of terror would do beautifully._ then his eyes fell upon the crate of the surgical bombs, his target's most vile weapon.
Raiyev Part 21
Raiyev would never forget how simply poetic it looked, brad's body arcing backwards after pulling the trigger. he seemed to fly gracefully through the air, suspended in time.
The Truth in Lies
poetic perhaps, at least. he'd go to his grave knowing he had fought to the last and lie bleeding in his fighter. or go out in a blaze of frozen vapor and drifting ship parts.
Stones in the Pond - Chapter One
Other than that, i've tried to match the pokemon world rather closely, but do bear in mind this is a fan fic, and i've taken a bit of poetic license. enjoy, and tell me what you think!
The Cat's Stroll 09
I don't think i can do "poetic" titles, since it doesn't suit the story. oh, and there will be a chapter this saturday. see ya then. **chapter 9: i've never fought before** * * * "haha, fellow brother cao, that was simply amazing!