POEM: Walking In Front Of Me!
Vaporizing oils that float on the breeze you make. i am surrounded by the odor of you, floating in your lake. hoping it will last, pray nothing will capsize my boat. your silky black tail, with its gentle curve so right.
Sonic's Swimming Lesson: A Sonic X Fanfic
He floated on his back "sonic," chris said "your floating." sonic sank immediately underwater. chris dove under and wrapped his hands around sonic's chest, pulling him back up to the surface "i wish you didn't tell me that."
Summer Vacation Begins: A Talespin Fanfic
He swam to the surface, kit floated on his back feeling the warm sun on his bare chest. kit swam out to the buoy.
The hunter becomes the hunted (part 3)
Deon turns-off the plane and gets on the float on my side, using a paddle (duh) he brings us close enough to tie the plane to the dock.
Mar: A World at War; Chapter 1: Review
The sky of the realm is where the people live floating on the ever unmoving clouds. the people of the clouds are stubborn and willful. the first inhabitants of the air realm were the humans.
The Blanket — 5
Words float on the water of the air as words do, easily fished out and listened to. she was speaking to someone about an event. an upcoming one, about an offday that they both shared.
Chapter 6
He turns to see raikes floating on a breath of air. "wow. that's cool. literally" delta says, pulling a flame around himself against the cold air. "careful kid.
The Dragon Kingdom - Chapter 10: Dare's Light
There the king would have a white glow around him, floating on both sides of him would be two white blades; the king would speak in a voice that seemed to echo, "stand down zeak.
The Outlander 3 24
Most of the buildings he saw were ruined and the smell of death floated on the breeze. down bellow in the floodplains sandokhan saw rats dumping the corpses of the dead into the once clear river oda, now reduced to a torrent of dark brown.
Shadows Returning: Tabel of Contents and Chapter 1
on the breeze.
Heirloom
This thought floated on a background of memories accumulated over more years than she could count, or cared to. memories she had quit running from but had not yet come to grips with.
Another Story Time
_quickly, i notice a nice smell, floating on my nose._ "oh, it smells good. what do we have here?" "toasts, pancakes, jam, nothing more." "hmm, that's okay for me." "otherwise, you like coffee, tea, chocolate, something else?"