Goodnight, Winston
His bed is perfectly made; blankets tucked under pillows neatly, the edges pleated over to form a crisp corner. the pillows are plumped well and sit at a presentable angle, like an invitation to sleep.
A Passing of Time - chapter 1
Sniffing the air and enjoying the fresh crisp smell she stands out completely in the open then walks back to the area she was before the rain.
The Begining
Not a single hair out of place on their crisp black uniforms. the man at the podium surveyed the crisp formation with a slight sense of awe and no small amount of pride. general david l.
Smartphone Technology Review
Have had nothing but crisp, clear audio. the camera is very nice. i have gotten very crisp, clear pictures and very nice hd 1080p hd video. the mics really help in that situation too. the led flash works very well and is very bright for dark areas.
Luna and Thief, OI Ch 15
He hit the ground as whistling wind broke through her crisp-eyed vision. luna couldn't figure where or when or what... but she smelled something utterly scary to her - gunpowder.
Tranquil waters
crisp the morning air. a white mist in trail, from every slow exhale. as he walks along. reaching where he wants, where the sun breaks the cold night. the wolf sits and he waits, peacefully under the tree. he waits for the dawn.
The Ride to Work (Otherwise Untitled)
#92 of short stories a coyote rides to work, in a crisp dawn. ~ the morning's blending of the last wisps of winter chill and flat dampness of spring's dour slammed into the coyote's face as he turned down the town's main road.
She Plays (Poem)
The bow slides across the strings of the violin, sending crisp melodies through the air. her soul leaps into the air, dancing upon light feet. at noon, she plays. she dances with a man.
Wolf Break
Flicking the crisp points of their ears, they crunched across keyboards dunked their paws in tea mugs snapped gingerly at power cords.
Fizzing Legacy (Otherwise Untitled)
The rabbit's ears perked a bit as he heard the crisp clicking of the panther opening another can of dozamen soda brew. ~ "that stuff tastes like burnt transmission oil smells, you know?"
Untitled Poem 2
The night is crisp and clear, everything, i can hear. the wind blows through my fur, and brings smells from miles for sure. the moon is full tonight and is such a beautiful sight.
Planter's Day Night
The air is crisp and fresh as you walk, scented like rain from last night's downpour. you're in no hurry as the sluggish breeze flows through your fur. the sun shines brightly, but not harshly like it may come summer.