The Toast
He sucked a long draw from the cigarette, blowing rings into the air around his head and trying to maintain an air of aloofness. ned smiled and said, "you're just miffed 'cause you don't have a guy right now, is all."
A Were Camping Trip
"i'd have been something that didn't suck so much if i had a choice about it," charles chimed in, as he took a drag from his cigarette he had just lit up. "i don't even know how i got infected with this thing in the first place.
Happy Birthday Sam!
"cigarettes." "damn, just that?" he kissed sam's cheek, then bit his nape slightly, making him moan. "everyone's waiting in the living room." \*\*\* "happy birthday, sam!" everyone was there.
You don't know me...
You serve me food, ring up my beer, tax my cigarettes. i give you money, and your life goes on. we see each other often. but you don't know me...
In Your Dreams
Lost yourself to your dreams i will seek you out and covet your fantasies in the time before you're waking when all is quiet in your mind i will crawl into your bed and hold you while you sleep in the daylight when you wake to find the taste of cigarettes
The Dying Game
She finally scooped out a bent cigarette, already wrapped, and her silver lighter to light her first smoke in months.
Song in the Dark: Day 2
A lit cigarette hung between his fingers. now that he was closer, eric could see a makeshift tent behind him. "afternoon," the man said as he took a drag off his cigarette. "sorry if i startled you, i didn't think there would be anybody out here."
Song in the Dark: Day 3
She had a fake cigarette between her teeth and wore a black dress with a bright white ankh on it. it had been a few years, but he recognized her as well: beatrice santello.
Beautiful
Flute made out of clear wax like fresh polish on an old tenor sax like an old barfly who remembers how to sing like a fragile crystal bell with a celestial ring like childhood's shining toy ball like someone named after alcohol like giving up cigarettes
For Once Chapter One
I stomp on the cigarette butt with my hoof, letting the flame die. i hate myself, i hate my life choices. yet it's the only thing that keeps my alive. ironic i know, life's funny that way.
Chapter 5: True Lies
Jillian asked while taking a cigarette from the pack in her side pocket. "did it ever occur to you that you're toying with another's life?" "i don't have to explain myself to you, wolf." stone said with disdain.
Chapter 7 - Time
Shouted ultraviolet in disbelief as she watched colin sigh an return to sipping his coffee and smoking a light cigarette. "are you insane?"