D-Day
I heaved a drag on the cigarette, sweet smoke flooding my lungs. it was calming, a lethal soothing. one of the bodies groaned. "let's go," i said to him, my voice sounding very far away to my own ears.
Chapter 5: Which deal?
She said as she lighted up her second cigarette. "why are you telling me this then?" chris asked.
Curiosity
cigarette?" that was five years ago. my supervisor is now dead: carbon monoxide poisoning, just went into her car one day and never came out. investigations were conducted but the police are labelling it as suicide, no foul play is suspected.
Gortoz 'A Ran - Ch 84 - The five stages of acceptance...
I sighed quietly and lit up a cigarette as i kept staring out the window for a while... i know i'm thinking way too much about things to the point it drives me insane... and somehow, samantha was able to see through me... 'you okay there...?'
Gortoz 'A Ran - ch 66 - The little boy next door
Blain grabbed his carton of cigarettes and offered me one but i declined... with shaky hands, he lit up his cigarette and took a puff... blain exhaled through his nostrils and closed his eyes for a moment...
The Road Of Life - Chapter 10 - Collaboration
He took one more long drag on his cigarette before flicking it away. he blew the vile smoke into my face and shoved past me. "see you later, max."
A.D.F.
"_ jennings put his cigarette out in a dish, crafted by long-dead south american artisans. it was shaped like a jaguar's mouth, with teeth long and sharp.
Touched, Chapter 2
He just took another drag, put the cigarette out in the ash tray, and stood, two streams of blue cigarette smoke firing from his nostrils as he does so.
3:23 So Very Far Away
Instead, the one-eyed cat pulled out a pack of cigarettes. everyone gets a last smoke in before facing the flying lead. as trilby looked down, he chuckled. there was only one left in his pack. "fitting..."
Lonely Oak Chapter 51
"oh, here we go," the beaver grumbled, another cigarette in his mouth. "oh, i almost forgot," the ewe said, standing straight, "tha's mister carlyon.
A Storm for Blackwing, or, Former Glory
Barking another laugh, she slopped more ale down her chin and lit another cigarette. nobody could see that her hands were shaking.
March of Progress - Rainfurrest 2013 Flash Fiction
At a safe distance from the site, at just the right place for flame to spread, the gator took a match and lit a hand-rolled cigarette, something forbidden in many areas of cattail patch. he inhaled the sweet tobacco and grinned to himself.