Abandoned Creation
There was some sort of pad there with numbers written on it. ruthas was not sure what this sort of pad was... it looked one could press on the numbers, but that couldn't be right.
All tied up
Looming far, far above you was some sort of ... thing. you couldn't tell what it was, as even straining your neck you couldn't see past this thing's knees. its skin was a deep, emerald green, and seemed to glisten with some sort of natural wetness.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seven
“that actually sounds sort of cute." “i was the most adorable hatchling you've ever known." beka rolled her eyes. “of course you were. so you only liked the exciting ones, hmm?" “no, i loved them all."
Around The Fur - Chapters 3 and 4
My eyes were wide and fearful (so he told me later), and my jaw tried to work, to come up with some sort of excuse or apology, but failed.
City Sector Uplift part 7
I've always had those sorts of thoughts. but now sometimes i get thoughts or feelings that are... uh... unnecessary." and then she stopped again, sort of staring at him but not making eye contact. "i don't know. never mind.
Inhuman | Chapter 06: Home Safe [old edition]
These jewels gave the crowd the appearance of some sort of vip assembly, in stark contrast to their diminutive clothing. looking around, one thing sean failed to see was any sort of a platform or high table.
Duet, Duel, Dessert, Date, Dragons
"what sort of berries?" atlas asked, but he already had a suspicion. jarzyl had chosen the toppings while he had chosen the ice cream flavours, and he knew what sort of berries she liked.
Innocence
sort of like the apron-thingies they have you wear when you're getting checked in a hospital. except a lot less legitimate.
Battle Fur Freedom - Prologue
"i've read about this sort of thing, sly. you see, our universe is just one in an infinite number of universes.
Act 1: Up A Creek
A simple necklace adorned its neck, obviously carved out of wood, with a layered series of pelts to form some sort of kilt. "if you can understand me, stay. back."
Synthetic Unlife
A sort of screen to be sure, playing a clip of some sort of military aircraft dropping bombs on a bunker flashing "onitet stytes air fyrse".
Oh, Real Subtle
His heart was pounding in his chest... in a different sort of way, this time. "it's okay," brad returned, sounding disappointed. he gave a little sigh. "i... should know better than to let that... sort of thing happen."