Suppression
I began munching on the pretzel my mom had gotten me, but about 30 minutes after we left, i asked her to pull over.
Ember Tails, ch4 (pt.1)
"can we go get a soft pretzel?" "sammy!" sheila slightly hissed, "you can't just go interrupting grown-ups' conversations! sorry everyone," she said with a bit of a sigh, directing the apology mostly to laine and somewhat to kira.
Right of Passage
The bear found himself more than just whelmed as he witnessed so many acts, positions, acrobatics, gymnastics, pretzel-making, and participation in all manner of combinations.
Cowed
As she sat alone in her office, working on legal briefs, she kept nervously eating- alternating between a big jar of pretzels and the vitamin c tablets through the morning.
A Tuesday for Hunter
I had a bag of pretzels and a slim jim with a bottle of water. i also had to stop and eat a couple pieces of candy in gym, i got really dizzy." "that's alright...
Ill Mind Of Bartan
"and if you bite him again, i will break you into a metallic pretzel. you damn well hear me!?" "arson...?" bartan half whispered, the two ignoring beo's neck curl and snort.
Party Monster
He had no doubts that if she wanted she could pick him up and twist him into a pretzel without breaking a sweat. even if she had been her normal height and built like this he still doubted he would have stood a chance of overpowering her.
An Assignment In Overcoming The Terrifyingly Familiar Part 1
Rico is close enough that howell can feel the harp seals breath on his face and smell the calamari and pretzel sticks on it.
My Name Is... - SHORT STORY
Other than a few pretzels on the plane she had not eaten in quite a while.
My Immortal
Inside was a scrawny human woman, all twisted and mangled like a soft pretzel. maybe it was trite of me to ask, but i assure you it was all instinct when i said, "what in the hell are you doing in there?" somehow i just knew she was alive.
Biographies
Harold will always tell him the same thing: he was called for emergency backup in vonneville (between mouthfuls of pretzels) and that the filing cabinets need sorting. he just can't be left alone.
Locals Only (Pages 1-31)
The road-worn van's driver-side door closed with a thunk and the driver circled around to see the three boys, restraints tangled from their desperate effort to grab the knife, leaving them pretzeled in uncomfortable poses. "howdy mister.