Megalopolis - Forging a Soul
steam fills the forge as the water surrenders itself to the air to cool the fire at the heart of the blade. chiyako closes her eyes as the hot steam makes the air thick enough to cut with a fork and she sneezes as the vapor tickles her nose.
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 11 of 37
Almost instantly and with a slightly refreshing heat the shower covered the smaller room in clouds of steam. the sliding tub doors fogged up and fat beads of moisture ran in small rivers down the inside. we got in.
Dark Growlithe - Chapter 8
He stumbled into the "hospital" cave where the vaporeon who looked after the sick and injured pokémon was chatting to steam. "are you alright?" asked the vaporeon doctor, a smaller-than-normal, female vaporeon.
The Flame to my Soul
. --- so here i am now, following her though upper steam cave. fighting with myself to either ask her about my dizzy spell or let it go and hope that earthquakes in steam cave were uncommon. maybe it was my imagination.
chapter seven. out and about
"maybe we could paint a steam boat" she said happy to have had the thought. "what ever you want" he said as they dashed for the river bank.
Dexter Morris: Feline Detective
Slowly made my way to the steam room, and once it was ready stepped in. many dogs are surprised we like steam baths considering how much we hate water.
Naruto vs Sasuke: Final Battle (Full Version)
A blade of lightning pushed through the steam, piercing naruto straight in his chest. a strong wind blew, blowing away and clearing the steam. once the areana cleared, everyone fell in shock. sasuke's chidori extension technique was a success.
The Dragonslayer's Quest
"my -" she gaped with a growing growl that rapidly approached the earlier angry steam kettle shriek.
Seekers Tale Part 22
When the two elements meet the fire turns the water into a billowing cloud of steam that hides the world from my view. the steam has the added bonus of hiding me from view as well.
Seahorse Bay - The Honeywell Inn
A strange steam-powered contraption was rolling down the street. it looked like a long, squat metal box on tracks, with a boiler mounted on the back, the weird lovechild of a flatbed cart and a steam engine.
[Detective Thursdays] Egg on Your Face
I sat at the dinner's counter, a cup of deep red tea steaming in front of me. the dinner still looks like the seventies, with its single long window, a window that only shows dense downtown sprawl now. a tv hangs in a corner the news droning out of it.