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.
Cry Me a Murder (Part Two) : The Shoe that Fits
#2 of cry me a murder i stomped towards the exit of the oakfort police station with a plane ticket to mexico in my pocket and the taste of sour bile in my mouth. "damn you, quinn" i cursed.
The Forever War, Chapter One Part i
"non present, sir" barked ellie as falgrim gave a sour look. "why not, captain" he said, menacingly. falgrim didn't like such lax behavior, he was in this war to win it, not to fight it.
Running Late
Arianne could feel her eyes beginning to burn, the roast duck in her stomach turning sour. she felt sick. "i asked you something on this day two years ago, and it was the best decision of my life.
Sonic in Rehab
The sourness will drive all the hungry thoughts from your lil' ol' head." "that's great, bunnie, but i don't have any pockets!" "keep 'em in your socks," cried the fox. "then they really would be sour..." muttered the hedgehog to himself.
He who passed the Proving grounds
He placed one half in vix's dish while he nibbled on the other, "yup that's pretty sour."
Alone I Live
#1 of poems was feeling down and this poem just came to me alone i live all alone in abyss it seems where people only notice me in dreams time and again i try to play a part only to be reminded that the world is a sour tart for one such as i
Bani Lore! Earth!
When licked, tastes like sour apples.
Jake's Mall Trip
Stopping at a chinese buffet in the food court, she decided to get some sweet and sour chicken for herself. after paying and sitting down to eat, she gave her hatchling his bottle and he drank from it.
A Trap I Laid
Bundled muscles tensing crackling bones and marrow shifting of a shimmering soul from civilized to feral stench, sweet and sour musk from dusky black upon cremy white the plume of a foul and fine tail swishes in the sacred moonlight
These my words bring despair
Alas again, all this be naught, a hardened swallowed draught, softened not with your sweet liquor, rather, they are soured by the tears, my words you understand, are blatant with meaning, disasters of literature, and horrored nomenclature
The Games: Chapter Two-The Chosen
"knowing our luck we've had other the years, probably someone really important, like a farmer or something like that", i reply sourly. "hurry now you two, we can't be late this time".