Borrowing Freedom
crisp autumn air, the sun above, clouds scudding by. it will rain later but who fucking _cares_ right now? who cares what you think of me? does it matter if my phone rings?
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XVII
They made it to the car when the crisp, outside air made him shudder, he'd forgotten his jacket. “wait here." not one to let public embarrassment stop him, he ducked back inside and snatched it out of the booth while his ears burned with the gossip.
Ch. 1 : Archax and Pizza
As i straightened, the whole thing crinkled like i was eating an entire packet of crisps in one go. i cringed, everybody was going to hear this! "if you are done admiring yourself, you may put your clothes back on." i felt ridiculous.
Two Worlds Collide - Chapter 13 – The Place is Here…The Time is Now
The crisp, cool scents of the forest soothed my nares as i heard my ears twitched to either side, seeking out that one sound that i was searching for. i was hunting, and i knew my prey was near.
The Encounter
My friend ending up with a bowl of crisp chips tho the chips where on the house i think partly because they knew me as a good customer. oh my friend is a wolf i think timber just by his markings and build.
Lola
Said a crisp voice. the doctor tried not to think of what would happen to lola. "this is cadecus, account number us40512.83. i have an artifact i need you to take a look at."
Untitled Poem 2
The night is crisp and clear, everything, i can hear. the wind blows through my fur, and brings smells from miles for sure. the moon is full tonight and is such a beautiful sight.
Matters of Discipline
Sighing, he wiggled under the sheets, still crisp from the laundry despite being in place for weeks. he expected several restless hours ahead of him - but mercifully, sleep claimed him quickly.
Chapter 8: First Salvo
For a moment...the eyes of mother and son met as jackson watched judy snap to attention and render a crisp salute in her pressed uniform.
She Plays (Poem)
The bow slides across the strings of the violin, sending crisp melodies through the air. her soul leaps into the air, dancing upon light feet. at noon, she plays. she dances with a man.
Going Home - (Zorua TF)
No expensive bus toll, no overcrowding, and the benefit of some peace and quiet in the crisp, late afternoon air, with only the trees as his companions. plus, he'd be away from those people at the bus stop, particularly that gentleman.
Grocery Run
The suit he wore was impeccable: a deep navy, with crisp lines unmarred by dust or any sign of wear. an immaculate white silk scarf was draped around his shoulders, ruffled gently by the breeze.