Sweaty Foreheads
The textured surface left a red mark that must have stung bitterly from all of the sweat cascading down onto the man's naked forehead. "asking for forgiveness from me, tiny one?" my father looked deep into the man's earth-brown eyes.
Justin's Liberation: Part 2
The ice spikes still stung a bit and my heart was still beating a bit heavily because of that but all these wounds were slowly but steadily getting healed from now on. "why, zac?" i whispered lowly, still looked down upon the stone trail.
Chapter 2: New Beginning
"hey tina" it stung a bit in his heart which he didn't understand. "he's a good friend of mine and we are working together on the big project" explained arthur further. the warmth came again to his cheeks and he enjoyed arthur's good words.
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 33
She tried her best to shield andrew from this avalanche while clumps of tree roots grabbed at her hair and stung her face. her nose bumped against a solid wall of dirt much too soon for her own liking. by her living soul, her tail was still outside!
I f O n l y.. ~
It cooled the burning down, but stung in its own way, quite a bit. the wolf had no idea what was going on. all it could recall was amazement, then sorrow, then fear and now pain.
The Tides of War
Which he spoke drew a tremble of fear from the youth's entire form and left him without a word to offer in edgewise and a leg to stand on, to hear the king's distaste for the life he had worked so hard to create for himself, was heartbreaking to behold, and stung
Missing by Jinggo78
His eyes stung hot with tears he tried to fight away. it would be a billion times worse if he cried in front of her. even if he had to save it all up and cry later he wouldn't cry. maybe that's what grownups did.
Virtual Dreams / Introduction: Technology of Tomorrow
He opened his mouth to say something... and then suddenly, he felt vertigo overtake him before he blinked stupidly as white stung at his eyes.
Drawing on the Past
Had he been stung by a bee? did the boy have some kind of poisonous plant juice on his hands? the boy was watching him with the same bright curiosity as he might give a good television program or movie. "you are the ox!
A Life Yet Lived - Chapter 1 (Part 1)
It almost stung his nose, like sleeping in a bed covered with soggy mildew, and he instinctively shook his head in an attempt to be rid of the smell. _'great...just like home,'_ he thought bitterly.
Attention Seeking
It barely stung. "see 'im?" his father scraped his chair back noisily and leaned over the table, spittle flying from his thin lips. "look at that! no reaction! what is he, a fucking puppet? you a doll, boy?
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 53
The wind stung her useless eyes, making them water, but she kept going, following the sound of that unearthly rattle until she slammed full-tilt into the unyielding body of her son. "banno!"