Black and White – Chapter 4: Fair game.
I was about to trail off in a poetic, sweeping manner, but then mr. key laughed madly, the fine hairs on his legs standing as he rubbed them together. "it is done," he said. the class bell rang. we found ourselves running to fifth period.
Property of Wesley Telecom
The beeps, the static, machine-to-machine was poetic in a way. the language he heard was not one of culture or history, but instead one born of the bit and the byte. the one and the zero. the transistor and processor.
Field Work
The sprawl of the mountain city was somehow poetic from up here in the sky. but clyde didn't even give it a look. not even a cursory glance. ''damn it all to hell!''
Alone
I've been feeling more dysphoric than usual lately so i thought i would voice my emotions in poetic form to the best of my ability, i hope you enjoy i look through the void a window in time asking myself what to do?
A Writer's Perdicament
I can write well, i've seen it myself, but only in poems or poetic stories, anything else is just... what ever you want to call it: piece of shit, shitty, crap, crappy, terrible, horrible, so on and so forth.
Light Bane: Chapter 38 (Start of Part 5)
"it was a poetic phrase, written in an ancient language, though we assumed that it was a clue from seraphor." "the name itself is an obvious clue, and very subtle unless you know the translation.
I threw the ring away
By dropping it off a bridge into a reservoir, as poetic as that may have felt to me, it would mean giving the ring more power than i wanted to.
Chapter 1 - Terra Shattered
The asaruu's vessel was called poetically "the sword of the stars", it was an absolutely wondrous ship.
The End (part 1)
Maybe, just maybe, this is my fate," alec responded poetically, taking a smaller drink this time. the kitsune quoted a poem that he had written years before even meeting saraiya. he still hadn't touched the sprite.
Out Of Time - Book 5: Times Up - Chapter 1: The beginning of the end
'how poetic' he thought before taking a small drink and setting the glass on the floor to his side. "this all started on the morning of october 37th in a year that has not yet come, 9723.
Nosho ai Rebelo a Malko. [ Song of Rebelo and Malko. ] Chapter 2
He drops down and decides: if he must kill, why not be poetic? _one of the bastard's own weapons of terror would do beautifully._ then his eyes fell upon the crate of the surgical bombs, his target's most vile weapon.
Beginning-WIP
Big dog open fire with all rail guns" i said "targets acquired, initializing firing sequence on all rail guns" said the big dog in that exact moment you can hear nothing but silence as the rail guns load a shell and energize it, then to poetic