Crimson Sands
Each drummer in rhythm would strike the snare, whether we lived or died none of us cared. time around me now deemed frozen, the demon came forth calling "you are chosen!" the silver moon made dead blood glisten, "you are chosen!"
Bad Dreams
It was way too rhythmic...and it was that rhythm, you know the one i mean. the rhythm someone uses when they're getting their rocks off nice and easy on another someone, taking their time at it.
A Master's Lesson
Remember follow the rhythm; keep it steady with your steps. that's it; you're doing it, alright now pivot." with a thud the tomes master had placed atop my head came crashing down. with a heavy sigh of frustration i scratched my head.
Rock Out
He was smiling as he lightly tapped out the rhythms on the snares, not even touching his footpedals yet.
Let The Wind Blow--Chapter 1
Her heart palpitated, and fluttered like a butterfly in her chest; her tail twitched nervously to and fro at her sides, the tip of which drummed a rhythm on the dormitory floor.
Pong?
Pretty soon the two got into a rhythm and played for a while before getting tired. apples got up before the raccoon to avoid his smoking. coon looked over at him and slightly chuckled. "doesn't naro smoke?
Every Moment
We meet, chest touching, our hearts beating in perfect rhythm. upon feeling the warm embrace, i close my eyes, allowing your delightful scent to fill my nostrils. you place your head on top of mine, closing your eyes and folding your ears back.
Paper Dreams
**paper dreams** albany's claws _tack-tack-tacked_ a frenetic rhythm over their beat-up laptop's keys. upon the page, endless possibility played out. act ii, scene i--a pivotal turning point in the narrative building up to the _denouement_.
Towers
Though i'm usually not one for repetition in words, i enjoyed working on this poem because it allowed me to move outside my comfort zone of usual rhythm. i hope everyone who reads enjoys.
Debt | by KitsuneJey
._ _"got scenes that need some care_ _and some rhythm full of life_ _that assist to pay my debt."_ © **kitsunejey (jnc)**, august 22 of 2015. inspired on **debt** , an artwork by **vye d. aru**.
Death of a Beloved Friend.
That silent rhythm as i inhale and exhale. with the added clatter of buttons i press on my phone to note down this story. it's a lucky escape. to say the very least...
Neytiri of the Na´Vi
Note: to get the rhythm right, if that´s important to you, the word _our_ should be pronounced as a one syllable word, not two. **neytiri of the na´vi** we met in a strange way, not that long ago.