Unwind
I fought against the rhythm i had set, and tried to breathe only when my mistress breathed. i had it for awhile, but soon my chest burned and i started to feel dizzy.
Exposure - Chapter Ten
The driving rhythm was easy to latch on to, and although his brain was complaining that he didn't know how to dance, his body proved to him that he did.
Towers
Though i'm usually not one for repetition in words, i enjoyed working on this poem because it allowed me to move outside my comfort zone of usual rhythm. i hope everyone who reads enjoys.
Ash and Song Chapter One
Toryn learned the rhythms of the cottage—the early morning gathering of herbs, the brewing of teas, the grinding of poultices. cass hummed when he worked. sometimes he sang. always softly.
Getting in the Mindless Zone
Picking a list of songs he enjoyed, kolt allowed himself to fall into a rhythm.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 18: Should I Bring Snacks?
Just steady rhythm, a hall that ran on order and oath. near the scheduling wall, several wooden panels displayed the current day’s loops and return estimates, their charts pinned in meticulous rows beside route maps etched in aged brass.
Prologue
Behind her, hooves pounded the earth in steady rhythm, sending small creatures scattering through the underbrush. the horses snorted as they drew ever closer, stamping through the trees in a cloud of dust and swirling red leaves. "whoooo hooo!"
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 1
The knock repeated itself, insistent in its rhythm, reminding him of the sound of his run through his nightmare. "i'm coming!"
Dragon In The Comic Book Shop.
I liked that rhythm. there was something honest about it. you either kept up or you didn’t. no essays. no ‘maybe next year'. just hands, heat, and timing. tom barked numbers. michael muttered confirmations.
"The Gift": Daniel's Storyline, Ch 4, Part 2
I'll play rhythm guitar." that was a little confusing. "doesn't lead guitar do rhythm?" aiden was more than happy to correct me. "sometimes, but not always. you know, a lot of famous bands from the past had three guitarists.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 33: The Spark and the Stone
Ardanth strolled toward them, cane tapping a rhythm like a heartbeat turned smug. “trust me,” he said, bowing low, the grin on his face far too large to be honest.
Borrowing Freedom
rhythm, stroke, rhythm, stroke, rhythm, on and on. there is no need to halt the motion until the grooming is complete and i love to utilise my perfectionism. have you ever groomed a horse?