The Family Vulpes Chp6
She could feel her hackles rise as she recalled some of the more intricate prose regarding ellie's rather intimate dream with her father; a full-body shudder causing her to drop the next bolt she had been sizing up fastening into the frame.
Blooming Tides - Chapter 3: Gather Round
The connection's normally buried in prose and fantasy, you know!" he sighed, leaning back and looking to the sky. "alright. i suppose she filled that role, yes. looking for her is why i was in the cave above the waterfall in the first place.
The Trainer - Past - 00 - Wandering
In the end, she probably didn't have nearly the potential for it she did for prose. but now, the words were coming to her mind, coming because she was letting them.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:48
She had a gift, and it came bundled with a wealth of beautiful words and prose that she knew just how to string together to make the perfect passage.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:49
"it's not the type of writing that calls for a lot of prose and flowery language!" the goat continued to stroke his beard thoughtfully. "if only broomie was here." he sighed. "he's great with poetry, that's why he always play a bard."
The Family Vulpes Chp8
"you write with such passion, such raw emotion, and yet still pose it to your readers with some of the most beautiful prose i've read in...well decades at this point."
Deika's Will
After all, there's no art to any of these books, except for the prose within. nothing but a title is scrawled across the cover. the same title that's on the binding, highlighted in gold-colored print.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:42
About how the queen's playful and more romantic side often manifested in her diary entries in the form of prose and poetry.
The Starface
Punks, goths, rockers, stoners, abnormal runaways and drifters, they were all joined together, sitting together reading poetry or prose, listening to the music in unsteady sway. the bitter-sweet smell of marijuana drove away the mildew and rot.
Christmas 5: The Christmasening OR How the Coyote Almost Saved Christmas
“keep your damn hands off my prose!" asterbury only laughed and danced away from the coyote. “oh, but it's so much fun to-" he cut himself off with a clap of his hands. “wait, i've got something better. lemme just rewind this a teensy bit."
Stetikekiak III
One that, without the getup and purple prose, would be exceptionally coarse. "you know, that's perhaps not such a terrible proposition. you have such a darling and chipper tone with these things, and a lovely and strange body.
A Stick in the Maud
I have some works by quilland ink and flourish prose... oh, and i have some by plot twist! i don't think he ever published more poetry after this one though... always seemed better at writing fiction."