Iditarod..Maverick style..
I digress, training must go on, and on, and on. everything was perfectly boring for quite a while untill this morning on my run...
Love lost, love rekindled
But i digress. upon reaching the summit i looked over and that's where i saw her, sitting alone and naked. i heard her moaning and guessed what she was doing here. i stepped back and felt the ice crunch under my foot. i cringed as i awaited her judgment.
Unusual Love #8
But i digress, what is the secret of the ooze? i mean sam? what could be so terrible that even a fearless person would run? also, the attacker is nicknamed meteor. see? i said a meteor would fall to the earth, didn't i?
Price of LIfe: Chapter XIV
After much digress, he gave a sigh and asked, "is that what you really want, selene?" selene, although still soaked with tears, nodded happily.
That Boy is a Monster
But i digress. those were the happy, sweet memories. there were also bitter memories as well. like when rock left for college and didn't tell me.
I Can't See The Forest For The Trees, Part 11
That i like to say sit on a fine line, i have heard the human pack say this as someone who sits on a fence, though why you would sit on a thin piece of wood with the possibility of getting wood splinters dig into your nether regions is beyond me but i digress
Post-Epilogue
._ _but i digress._ _no two ways about it; i'm alive. i'm alive, i'm well, and i'm the new ceo of ogd. surprise, surprise, i know.
Study Buddy: Part One
But i digress... i jump out of my bed, quickly find a nice shirt and some nice jeans to wear, and rush out the door in record time.
wander ~ Chapter 12
That's all digressing from the main subject, though.
Come as You Are - Scene 5
Forgive me for talking about sex, or preferences thereof, although to be honest, maybe if people were more honest and open about it, and could speak without feeling shame or fearing prejudice there would be more tolerance in the world… but i digress.
Candence of a heart
But i digress, in this chapter we find dion facing his worst fear so far, not the hunters, not the endless murder of an medieval setting, not even that he might be never home again.
Memoirs of a Glaceon Maid - Chapter 2
Thinking back on it, how old he was the day i saw him last… he must have been thirty-five the day he brought me home… but i digress. like i said, he was wealthy. his home was rather large and… it sticks in my mind to this day so vividly.