Embers of Dawn: Chapter 11: Drinks, Dragons, and Disasters
Interrupting it is a sin punishable by poetic justice.” he flared his frill slightly, whether in genuine offense or self-declared majesty was anyone’s guess. “and no, i do not mean you would be punished. i mean the _world_ would be.”
Chapter 1: Prelude to Chaos
"i'm dreaming," i said aloud, "and rather poetically too." my voice was dead and flat in this otherworld, sounding eerie and alien, tendrils of shadow recoiled from me back further into the gloom.
The Winter
It paled my face to see her shivering out here, offered freely to winter's teeth, or some other overly poetic metaphor for how damn cold it was. it shocked me, offended me.
A Biography of a Human: Return to the Wolf's Den
A poetic description of something i did not even get a chance to witness due to being cloistered below deck in the hopes of calming my insides from wanting to catapult themselves again.
Demarcation Line: Chapter 3 - My Sword
(i feel they make the story more poetic than it actually is.) chapter 3 - my sword ... ... ... ouch. that was my first thought after regaining consciousness. i am now staring at the white ceiling above me, contemplating life.
The Race of the Rexes 1 - Uber Trouble
Always had a dream of teaching some kid to take on my craft, waxing the machine, waxing the machine off, waxing poetic right now about it...hell maybe even you could do it." "well, does it drive like a motorcycle?"
Box Cars and Park Benches
And feeling rather poetic, he had noticed._ _ "so, i'm thinking of getting a stack of pancakes and a whole heap of bacon," carlos had said. "maybe some eggs and toast. what about you?"
The Simple Things. Chapter One.
poetic. the wolf did not seem to be enjoying sitting in the farthest seat away from mr. gold. that or had an issue with me coming. scowling the wolf was looking anywhere but at us, folding his arms in front of him with a lifted snout. "mr.
Perspective - Chapter 1
Yep, he can get quite poetic when he wants to get you to agree with him. "alright, well, take your time." he says, flopping down onto the unkempt bed and kicking back to fiddle with something on his phone.
Love Lost, Chapter 15b: Alignments, concluded.
Towers sat inside a little private booth atop a somewhat tacky but poetically amusing tower that overlooked her arena, presiding as would a regent, and called out the match-ups that she wanted to see after examining each trainer's registration.
The Lead Crown, Chapter 10.1: Mechanations
Brother rhys nodded, finding that he liked the almost poetic phrase chastisement; it reminded him of more than a few passages from certain divine texts. "oversleeping. when someone sleeps a lot we call it 'oversleeping'."
Daffodil Yellow
I think," she said, "that ... as nice as you are, and ... as poetic as you are ... your family must have some of that, too. they must be as nice as you. they seemed nice," she said, "when i met them before." "but you didn't spend all day with them.