Chasing Cryptids
She stamped her feet in rhythm to her words. "one incarnation of the jackalope is said to have the hooves of an antelope and the tail of a quail, but i haven't read accounts of one with just antlers and hooves."
Chapter 18: The Burning Doom
He didn't hesitate, using his internal sense of rhythm to measure the time. when he released, the eye had turned slightly to the right, and the trap appeared to be disarmed. "nice. good job."
The Beat Of Life
.^ the drummer tattoos a rhythm and the players dance. the players dance to the beat of life. they dance to an invisible script. one that was encoded since first breath. the sky cries its tears. the tears of life and growth.
The Garden Chapter 4: The Wedding
She took in the masculine scent of his cologne as they moved back and forth slowly in rhythm with the music playing. in their world only two animals existed: vera and theo. and finally, the tears left vera's eyes as she danced with her husband.
DragonZ Chapter 18
I got kiddo on the mic, falco on the bass, fox on lead guitar, gun on the drums and i played rhythm guitar and played peter frampton's "do you feel like i do." they went wild and swayed to it.
Devin the Rebel (Diapers)
Devin had developed a consistent rhythm, and didn't skip a beat. devin felt he was dancing like a professional. everyone else saw a horse who danced like he was about to fall at an ice-skating rink. michael, on the other hand, didn't have an opinion.
Writing Prompt #9: Support
She gulped and nodded, then lowered her paw to the armrest, gripping and releasing it in a loose rhythm.
Luca's Story Ch. 10
That applause built to a stampeding rhythm, and eventually all the track meet was applauding him in uproarious approval. so why did it feel so empty?
Tropical - Chapter Seven
"you're so slow," rye laughed, trying to keep his breathing at the same rhythm. "i'll still catch this," cloud said, looking at the sky. rye reached out, grabbed cloud by the hips, spun and threw cloud to the ground, falling to the ground himself.
The Railroad - Empathy - 5.1
I tapped my fingernails against the terminal a few times, trying to focus by keeping a steady rhythm.
Personality Cleavage
He bent forward, placing his hands on his knees and lifted his tail, showing swan everything he wanted to show, keeping his hips in a rhythm.
TFS
Not my typical flow, this was rhythm and poetry, each section represents a day talkin, but words aint formin stutterin over a breath that aint comin. take a seat, mouth dry feeling like i woke up just after i died.