Bleeding Fire
"i should just leave you here for whatever would like to dine on you." she laughed at my crippled form "because you will only slow me down, but that is not my way, i will stay here untill you are healed."
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (1)
whatever you're laying on is reasonably comfortable, though if it's the surface or the excessive amount of clothes you're wearing, you can't quite make out. whatever is covering your nose smells a little - you presume it smells of you.
A Hero's End, A Legends Rise
As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. this is another paradox: what is soft is strong. ~lao-tzu (600 b.c.) he who knows others is learned; he who knows himself is wise. ~lao tze
Acyra Prelude
whatever it was, it was alive... yeah, i know it's short, but it's 3 am and i'm tired. also it's just a prelude.
Twisted Fate Prologue
In turn to being actually shot with whatever dart, the mystery creature stumbles around fitfully as it screeches it hatred.
No Light to be Seen: Chapter 13
I had a feeling that if i looked later whatever was left of bleu would look like nothing but a pile of vomit or a bloody smear.
Chapter Three - The Getaway
whatever... i have no idea what i'm supposed to do to stop this..." he said. "get back in the car and go away!" electra yelled. "even if i'm not trained for you... whatever you are... i'm not going to sit here and take orders from you."
Naira's Search, pt 1 (MHO)
She brushed some leaves and other debris aside, finding more of the... whatever it was laying around, some of it partly buried in the ground. whatever it was, it'd clearly been there a long time. and she couldn't figure out what it was meant to be.
Homicide Detective
_yes,_ my mind or heart or whatever wanted to shout.
Biofuel
If this had been a more reasonable hour, cinnamon, likely with the help of pops or jordan, would have entered the cylinder to sort through whatever food or supplies had come down.
A Christmas Special
He mouths "it'll be ok", and i sigh, fighting down whatever retort i'd have. whatever, i guess it's fine. when i notice that his hand's been there for too long, i shoo it away; he lowers his hand, settling for holding mine under the table.
Dr. Glowdance's Personal Research Notes
whatever pokemon this was, it was not as innocent as the child we had captured. by the time it was done the mansion lay in ruins, all of the lab equipment destroyed, every last research file burnt into ashes.