Passing Drills
I rounded on him as soon as i caught my balance, feeling my feathers beginning to prick up in anger. he was facing me squarely, holding the ball casually in one hand. before i could snap at him, he spoke.
end of the line (a tale of depression)
, or maybe it might be nosy basterd syndrome" his face made me smile, the nosy prick, maybe next time he'll stay out of my business, god i needed a fag, i stood from the chair and walked outside fucking prick, i remember lighting the ciggy, the warm felling
Introducing Brigid and Zoe
Lil prick." they lost their composure then, the opossum snorting out a suppressed chuckle as a wide grin spread across the coyote's muzzle. their mirth only served to deepen the man's scowl. "you find this amusing?"
The Other Side Ch 1
Before long, i felt several sharp pricks all over my body. the pricks soon began to burn and i finally began to worry. fortunately, i found the exit soon after that. the bats didn't follow me outside the cave, for which i was grateful.
Into the Pit Chapter 4: Movies are a bad first date
You can teach pricks like those a good one-two!" he threw a few mock punches into the air, so fast that rebecca missed one with a blink, "make those pricks cry about being beaten by a woman." she wouldn't do that.
The Great Escape
Poem a prick a nick a cut a gash a wound bleeding a bead a drop a trickle a river an ocean overflowing a flicker a flame a candle a light a life withering a body a victim a death a murder a suicide breathing
Savannah Blues part 14
"i was a real prick last time. and well if your not seeing anyone or anything, i had hoped...that i could be that anyone, possible." "alphonse didn't set this up did he?" ralph took a seat across from him.
Wasteland Survivor – A road not travelled - ch6
The prickly officer jennings observed. "hey fox, you should see these things, even you could drive one without crashing, much!" crystal called to me over the sound of the engines as she started climbing in the back.
Poem: The Grass is Soft
The air pricks my skin like a cold hand grabbing me. still, the grass is soft. the colors come back the sun and warmth come too. all but me are well. my life is now gone my body lies cold and stiff. still, the grass is soft.
Receding Memories
I want to be the spider that pricks you, then disappears, far away and people will gather in awe, as the vomiting at night begins this world that we've created, the human ideal what is it? freedom? liberty?
The Countdown
Five, brayed the voice of control, making her ears prick and the fur rise along her spine. a mission four the sake of all furkind, the media had called it.
Anima Chapter 15
"giving him the prythica" the man said, right before i felt the prick again. instantly i felt... different. it felt as though a veil was lifted from my face. at the same time, my eyes finally adjusted.