Recollection
Evan said, the slow burn in his heart coming back. "because... i... i really like you evan, you changed my life, made me see there was more than just stealing, and more than just marks on the streets.
Rituals by Water
Before he tossed a few slow burning logs into the fire pit. back at the village joura was handling things rather will despite andorra being gone. she had a feeling she'd run off and confront kenneth given the message imaya passed along.
Vignette: Damn the Tropes! Full Speed Ahead!
He was more of a slow burning, sappy sort anyway: appreciating the black hair of her snout and around her lively yellow eyes, the curled ringtail resting on her shoulder and framing her face... they were here on a sweet date, together.
Chapter 3: Midnight Whit
I started a slow burn. whatever was following me would make its move before daylight. i stared up at the stars, something i had always been fond of doing, wondering what it was that was following me.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 80
Because of this, mateo was intimately familiar with all kinds of anger, from the slow burning grudge to the all out tantrum explosion. but he had never felt an anger quite like this.
Divine: Chapter 5
The pain was now just a slow burn in his ribs by the time marty managed to get into an upright position. he winced a little with each breath, and he could see the bandages wrapped all around his chest.
Love Lost, Chapter 7b: Projections, concluded.
He doesn't give us any trouble, but every time someone takes him, he comes back a week later with complaints of methodical misbehavior, like setting small, slow-burning fires around the home and humping house guests.
2:15 A Full Circle
Still staring at the slow burning fire, the otter spoke. "you can come out now. there's no one here anymore." from the darkest shadows of the room, alias stepped into the light of the dying fire.
"Ink and Rage" - WritingGroupChallenge
The slow burn that had simmered in his chest flared up, boiling over into something primal, raw. these books weren’t just books. they were stories. lives.
Forgotten Gods Part 2: Risen From The Depths
Oscar ran for her, ignoring the grotesque liquid clinging to his feathers, the slow-burning agony that was his torn shoulder - that half-severed tendon was hanging by a thread, he was certain of it now, the old injury had been crushed into solid pain by that
(Chapter Five) From the frying pan...
All of her thoughts of escape melted away as a slow burning rage boiled in her stomach. she was going to avenge that poor woman. thoughts of dashing for the door turned to notions of combat.
Black Meridian 18: Running on Fumes
I know black meridian has been a slow burn, but i hope it feels worth it to you. i'm loving writing it, it's so fun, i can't wait until the next few big things. time to start killing people and revealing the truths.