Stupid Rabbit - a dark fable. *short story*
They counted to sixteen. then the hunters arrived.
The Performance
He counted his steps to distract himself from his thoughts. one step. two. three. he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. four. five. the trip to the center stage felt like miles. six. seven.
Incident at Sython
No, all he could do was sit and wait, counting the seconds as the rounds came closer. setting his jaw, raiselle took a deep, slow breath, his fingers tapping on his arm rest.
Tales of Azoria - Chapter 1
She took a deep breath and counted to ten, before closing the door. it was completely quiet inside now, with only azuri's breathing being heard from the corner. it took beckar several moments to return to reality and stop counting.
Ember's Confession
She whispered back, stepping closer, so close he could count the ridges on her horns. 'i.....i like you too.' with that, she stepped even closer, so close he could count the ridges of his own horns, reflected in her eyes.
London Murder Mystery
Potter cringed a little, took a breath, and counted. "i count two incisors--i mean two canines and six incisors on top, and the same below." "thank you, mr. croft. now, leftenant, please return the favor and bare your teeth.
City Sector Uplift part 5
Now every time i leave the city, i count the days till i get back home. it used to be the other way around--the airship was my home, and whenever i returned to the city, i counted the days till i could fly out again."
A Jump To The Left
But the gravity, the heat...the constant attempts to get him to screw up the count, all designed to make him sore, and tired. then, the inevitable beasting. running, along with the others.
Said Too Much
You told me in the quiet that i was special, loved alone among many that i was yours, no distance to sever and i counted myself lucky lucky like the heavens themselves had been signed over in my name and my wings strapped on lucky like the sea between
A furr at Freddy's: your greatest nightmare! (part 2)
The beep of my alarm clock wakes me, i am covered in a cold sweat and shaking hard from fear, but i cant let that stop me from letting me count fingers. so after some time when the pizza place opens i go over there, the first thing i see is that fredbear and
Off the Books (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the worn down motel provided all of the discretion that detective clip had planned for and counted on, the walkway outside a dull glow of the morning sun and cheap neon trim.
No Last Chances-Chapter 1
We'd been here for....i lost count. it felt like it's been two hours or more. i had resorted to counting the number of scratches on the lens of my m-24 scope (which added up to two hundred and three in case you were interested)."fuck this!"