Lonely Oak Chapter 83
The package of sour gummy worms was difficult to open with his wet hands. he had to bite the corner, ripping it. finally opened, he reached in, and plucked a worm. it was green and red, dimpled with sour crystals.
Blue Sky Rain - Under the Surface Chapter 6
Tai didn't change the sour expression on his face before turning away from len and walking briskly away. "that could've gone better." len said, sighing with a quick shake of his head.
The Harrowing Years
Evening sky - raven from heaths of night come and take my cares - carry away the grief bereave me of my woes - rend off these earthly throes fly them to deepest lakes - to the starlit shores" this i have learnt: even the sweetest wine turns to sour
End of My World 4
I closed my eyes for the briefest of moments as i swallowed the spring roll and when i opened them some of the sweet and sour something was dangling enticingly in front of my nose.
Power Fur Rangers- Episode 13
She said sourly. tom attempted to smile but she still kept her demeanor. "we're on the same side here. we're both prisoners." tom said. "after everything you did i doubt that.
The Human War- Chapter Eleven
Maxx said sourly. "oh? is his slave collar sealed to you?" bear asked. "no," maxx replied bitterly. "slave! who are you sealed to?" bear asked. dash hesitated then pointed at bear.
Ballade Against Cheesemongery
Remove it please: its power to sour my gut, your soul to damn! i do desire no vanity in cheese.
Bitter Sweet
I've tasted many things; savory. spiciness, bland, sour, and simply nothing. savory is my favorite. it is the prime opposite of bitter, and only enhances other flavors. the sweets feel more natural and welcomed.
A Day With No Tide (excerpt)
"it's probably gone sour." only one dish remained on the table, artlessly arranged rind cheese and hand-torn bread chunks drizzled with honey. "it's cheese. it's _already_ gone sour." delphine was unwilling to be mollified.
More than Kin, Less than Kind: Chapter Four
._ "yeah, i'm as ready as i'm ever gonna be," they answered aloud, keeping the sour taste of their thoughts out of their voice. frisk heard the sourness anyway. "and, uh, don't worry about dad--well, i guess i should say, sans--getting on your nerves.
99% proof...
Is ever the time for regret belittle the beggar who has a glass full give him sense, not cents, & give it all to the skull hard headed, trash bedded, still funny any time theirs a happy hour swallow the lemon slices each time expecting nothing sour
The Cheshire Cat
I call it dead: the music sours, the clawing colors crawl. if you've some sense, and would evade it all; the simplest way to hide is to go clear. take me. i've faded far too far to fall. you see me smiling, but i am not here.