Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 20
Don't you want to find out what it feels like to hold a life in your hand and squeeze down until it -" torjo closed his fingers and the little twig crackled to pieces inside his fist. "i already know what that feels like." "oh?"
Degeneracy Pressure (Chapter 1)
\>your left ear cup crackles suddenly. you whirl back to the controls. 61. \>"hold up, i might have something." 62. \>kim groans. 63.
[SCRAP] Towers of Heaven Come Crashing Down
Simmering in the steamy saunas and crackling coal pits of tartarus, the first demon clambers up from within the ruins of angelic buildings. he is not, as man would imagine, a horrendous torturer or butcher; nor a cheating bureaucrat.
Wake up Pet
A shudder from the rails and crackling sounds brought him alert, the long shadows that escaped the slice of the headlights in the tunnel's gloom seemed to warp and bend up ahead, mezmerising him with their dance as they rushed to converge into a solid
Faye's Past, Part 1
All around the camp there was quiet, only the sound of the crackling fires and snoring of the soldiers scattered all about to fill the vixens ears. she strained hard to listen for any still conscious.
A Saxhleel Story: prologue
The torches around the village crackled. it was (almost) a night like any other in the marshes, but something was amiss, something not quite right. if you weren't paying attention, you would not have even noticed it, but it was quiet.
Paperwork (Otherwise Untitled)
The lamps of the hall crackled to life, and the shadows of the library yielded to the sight of rows and shelves of books as the old dragon sauntered directly to crouch down next to the gryphon's head.
Magic and Mishaps
The energy crackled a few more times, a straight arc of green lightning making its way towards raqsuh and sending a brief surge of growth through him as well.
Storm Caller
It's stayed connected to her fingers, it's opposite end visibly branching out through the sky like a spider web of crackling blue white light.
Meetings
Imagine the club: comfortable, victorian, staid fire crackling, soft velvet and the gleam of the polished wood bar driving away the seasonal chill. a refined salon with dark undertones. my favorite haunt.
Smoke Break
Thin wisps of smoke ascended from the end of the cigarette, the burning tip snapping and crackling with every inhale. the air waved away the smoke disapprovingly, berating the wolf for having taken up such bad habits.
Poem #95: That One Time My Eyes Saw Everything
Paper covered bricks of paper lie in the corner quiet and inert suddenly, the pages burst into flame crackle and pop! until naught but ash remains out of the ashes a triangle tuft appears.