Lost Cause
Stepping into the shower i whined as i felt the rush of hot water across my cool skin. wraping my arms around my waist i stepped further into the pour of water. letting my hair soak i grabbed the shampoo and poured a bit into my hand. shivering at the cool
Sky
He could feel the blood the rush to his head and stood up. a little dizzy and he shook it off. he fixed his white hoodie with a big red x running across the chest area.his dragon ears perked up and went behind a vent cover and crouched.
The Journey of the Dark Crystal: Prologue
He had opened his wings and judging from the rush, avila knew something wrong happened when she was deep inside sorrow. she glanced at raithorakh's body, and saw it started to crackle with black jolts of electricity.
As I Lay Drowning (Abridged)
She howled, words being drowned out by the rushing waves. agora knew what he had to do, it is now or never. with the shores being abandoned and the lunar eclipse is taking place, the tidal waves are fierce and the visibility is declining.
W.W.C - Family/friend pictures
However, every year is the same - the rush, hustle and bustle, to get every kid out of bed, get every kid into the car, get to the studio before traffic, and it always fails.
Memories
rush of cool air met wiht the fire and it combusted.
The Ghost Inside You
Presses into you like the rush of a waterfall, squeal of a train or chatter of wall street. out there is the never ending silence that is our future and we accept this.
The Clockwork Falcon - part 12: Wind of the Heavens
The earth fell away as he drove _the sparrow_ skyward, he felt the rush of the wings in his arms as he shifted the gears up with his hind paw.
Shadow of Brooklyn - Preview Ukrainian War Intro
He cared little for the reasons behind the war though, and only wanted to get home as soon a possible, back to the life he left for the rush of combat he soon lost after his first tour of duty near the ukrainian border.
Creative Writing Prompt #2: Nature Scene
rushed feeling that the fox thinks it feels in its dream, though it truly experiences it in its awareness of the world.
The Thrilling Solitude
Last it was crisp early december day and the sky had a magnificent afternoon winter twilight so thus i cruised with the pagoda hardtop removed so i can feel the crisp cold wind rush through my hair and in my face oh, how cleansing, how cathartic the
Cover Letter - Sebastian Swift
Forgive the rushed nature of this letter. robert ingrid