Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Thirty Three
The grass disintegrated beneath his feet, turning to sand that swirled away in the breeze. “you’re obscured from me. you’re a fracture, something that somehow, some way, should not be here.
Unfortunate Fortunes
A crisp breeze blew through aden's hair, causing him to shiver though his thin sweatshirt. aden was a good kid, but so far that couldn't be said the same for his life. the words of his parents still echoed in his head...
The Winter Night
Heading out into the cold a breeze rushes right into my face. i thought the term is warm welcome haha. alas, i guess winter has other ways of greeting. walking forward the snow crunches underneath my footpaws.
Dreaming in the Storm
All the branches seemed to dance and sway this way and that in the breezes of a wind that seemed somehow not to stir the waters of the lake before her feet.
On the Grape-Vine
Almost innocently swaying in the breeze. but at its heart, there were no stamen. only.. a couple of small darts, like the one he held.
The Battle Of Spring Fawn Valley
It was getting difficult to get anything set up for breeze and feather.
Chapter 7: Tré
Aside from the insistant buzz from the occasional flickering lamp, the secretive and whispering breeze, and tré's own footsteps, the world seemed entirely quiet.
Darkened Skies: Chapter 6: Threading the Needle
His frills would twitch ever so softly in the breeze as his eyes stared intense flames to the slow moving undead around them.
Darkened Skies: Chapter 20: Dragon at the Gate
He snorted as the wind breeze pulled his thoughts and reminding him of long crisp days spent watching the sky from his cave. the one before all this adventure nonsense began.
Strangers After All: Part X
I loved the aroma, the cool air, the mist that clung to the breeze and made the sunshine all the more brighter. i opened my eyes and saw deacon more or less cherishing the sea breeze as much as i had been.
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 8
He stood there, all alone in the dark, save for the four shafts of light shining through the holes his nails had torn in his brother's tent, throwing four tiny spotlights on the ground, shifting with the breeze.
Short story "Feather"
A cold breeze gave note of upcoming bad weather, yet no single cloud was to be seen on the star filled sky. i saw a few people i knew, who were standing in the light of a street lamp, and i stopped briefly in order to talk to them.