The Story of Aarya
Chapter 1: the breeze of fall gently swept through the hills, carrying the scent of crisp leaves and a light chill. nestled in these hills, a small but bustling town took its roots and flourished.
The Warrior's Dove Ch:3
All my attention was to my front, crisp and clear even as trees became scarce, and the path more rocky. my feet felt the incline up, as i reached the top of a sharp hill, my view disappeared.
Pirate Pig (Otherwise Untitled)
It was a crisp morning when he and his wife, her near death, stumbled into the dragon's foyer. the dragon offered a simple exchange. a cure for his wife, for a single magic ring.
A Little Story
A fresh sheet of parchment is pulled from a desk drawer, the scent of the square crisp and clean.
Unfortunate Fortunes
A crisp breeze blew through aden's hair, causing him to shiver though his thin sweatshirt. aden was a good kid, but so far that couldn't be said the same for his life. the words of his parents still echoed in his head...
Warm Up | 20 - A Good Lesson In Love
Red, crisp-looking, and juicy to eat. "so there is." he glances back down to his partner who's smiling with kit eyes. "do you want me to get it for you?"
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 32)
In the crisp air, she flinches at the sudden gust of wind that ruffles up the fur on her cheeks. perhaps she should've brought a scarf today. with her typical lanky, relaxed pace, she makes her way to the area behind the noah complex.
598 Aboard The Airship
She seems to be deliberately playing at crisp diction and precise speaking, like some upper crust lady of the aristocracy taking tea, to try and make herself clear to him.
The Fox and the Berries and the Mushrooms
The crisp air and long cold hours behind the machicolations and battlements and in muddy ditches and in dark forests only made him savor tastes that once repulsed him.
The Mourning After - Chapter 15 (Shadows of the Past)
The air was crisp with the chill of the night. i loved that chill when you breathed the crisp morning air into your lungs. one of the perks of living on the farm is that i get that pleasure every morning unlike the dragons that sleep within the caves.
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 1(.2)
He rubbed his face, grass and dirt falling onto the crisp white sheet. he stared at them for a while, as if expecting them to answer the sudden surge of questions running rampant through his thoughts.
Ship's Travel (Otherwise Untitled)
His voice flooded the ship from the crisp crackle of copper cables. "good morning, loyal crew of the lopsided tug, we are now on day fourty-three of our current jump.