Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Eight
"so, i was thinking," stacey was telling me, wasting no time in unwrapping a few pieces of bubblegum and cramming them in her mouth, "maybe you could come over tonight and we'd have a tim burton marathon." i shook my head.
Ember Tails, ch3 (pt.2)
He could tell she was genuinely appreciative, even if it was just one step forward versus a marathon of solitude back. "you're welcome, hun." "so mushy!"
back to Beauty and the Beast!
Tsume and jake was was having their cry marathon episode in the background as they were passing tissues to each other drying their tears beast: with no one, alone.....
Color Blind
Which, he noted bitterly, was all he did anyways; he'd just start his dvr marathon a few hours later than usual, worst comes to worst. "no," calvin finally said.
Her Most Precious Treasure
Not taking a moment of breath or even notice her arms might have grown since her marathon voyage to the island. even relaxed, her mere cloth can't hide the thick, pulsating veins underneath and those tree trunks for arms.
A Rare Sight Ch.6-Reunited with the Fatass
"well one, your sweating like you just ran a marathon, and two, i watch you almost every night, twisting and turning and making sounds." "oh." "come on, lets talk about it outside, i'd love to see the sea when it's still dark."
Experiment Time
So here i am with something i learned in creative writing classes that focused on marathon writing. it's a tactic in which you just write out any random short story that comes to your head. the further from your current track of thought, the better.
Fugitives part 1#
Josh had sprinted almost a mile to lose the guard but he felt like he had just run a marathon. he dived in an ally to make sure that he wasn't followed. he felt his blood surging from the sprint race he just had.
Where this Flower Blooms - Part 2
After ian finished his verbal marathon, gerard scratched his scalp and processed everything the boy said. madelynn looked away to hide a tiny chuckle at his mutual information overload. gerard cleared his throat. "well... that's great!
From Bad to Worse
The tension his toes were curled with could've broken bricks, and the rate his heart was going could easily be mistaken for a marathon runner's in the middle of their final lap.
Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Twenty Eight
"come on, we're gonna have a tim burton marathon." **next time:** awright, sleepover time! partaaaaay! movies and pillow fights, and totally _not_ wiping each others' memories! **don't feel like waiting for the next chapter?
You’re my superdog
Thus began the three hour marathon/lesson of sitting on the couch, watching tv, and proving that bolt in fact did not have any superpowers by telling him a little backstory of how they got to where they are now.