The Awakening of The Super Genetic Soldier Fox
Max aims the pistol and fires once as a crackle of a flame flies by and hits the fireplace. adding much more life of fire to what it had before.... *the end*
Fire: Creation or Destruction
The reds, the yellows, the oranges blues, greens, whites; the dancing of the flames in a light breeze; the crackling and sizzling of the fuel; the smell of burning; all enticing to the senses, pulling you and everything in destruction?
Trained Sight (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the clanks of resetting mechanisms and crackle of public address system filled in the silence. cadet clip exhaled, slowly.
you cant straighten what you cant unbend (poem)
When i hold you close under the stars it reminds me my heart isn't stuck behind bars no longer tied in iron schackles and every time we kiss my heart crackles and when you whisper "i love you" my feelings for you are anew whenever i am feeling
Off Leash Chapter 4
I heard the crackle of electricity behind me. i glanced at her and wished i had not. she stood about five feet behind me, rage in her eyes and a fist of crackling energy. "you will not make a mess of my house!"
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: The Scarlet Explorer: The Job
The crackling was growing louder, but the exit was peeking in his sight.
Gravity Assist
The harsh crackle on the radio returned. "nothing, sir." "good, keep it that way. can't have you wasting oxygen, now, can we?" the canine grumbled to herself as she bitterly returned to cleaning the window.
Fallen Angels, Part one (Prologue)
The crackling voice came from a simple speaker on a gray concrete wall. abdul aziz struggled against the leather straps that held him fastened to a stout metal chair.
Cassette (poem)
Entranced: you sit and listen, the small crackling drawing you in, the imperfections make it true. you focus and let the passing phone dings, pass by.
The Winter Wolves I
He shut out the crackling of the tree, the heat from the flames, the smell of smoke, and the intense cold that persisted in his fur. soon, white light started leaking in past his eyelids.
Poem #40: The Leaves
Its age causing it to fall apart and crackle, as a fire sounds and dried mud fails. ripping apart like the clothes on a person's back. ~bhscorch [!
04 Freeze
The occasional howl of wind reminded me of the season, but the crackling of fire gave a far more charming tone to the sound. otherwise, the snow helped to muffle the rest of the sounds of the world.