Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Tamzin
Tamzin, the glorious fruit of a passionate dragon and a zealous hyena, dances at the summit of yenaden mountain to stir her perfumes in the air.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IV Chapter 2
The mole's words stirred crowd, the irritated voices that echoed from the commotion were clearly in the mole's favor. "secrets or not this would have happened anyway!"
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VII Chapter 10
The feeling of mystery the torch lit corridor stirred was very appropriate with their whispers. "boven?"
My Boyfriend is a Werewolf: Chapter 7
It sets a moon and atmosphere that just makes all the wolves very hyper and stir-crazy" he said. she leaned in with interest. "why are they hyper and stir-crazy?" she asked. he paused for a moment.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 15
He leaned forward and tried to peer into his reflection again, to see the fleck of mossy green in his eyes that hadn't been there before, but the stirring currents and quality prevented him from seeing clearly.
Cold
As i wander by why am i so lonely when so many are near yet as i lean against the glass watching people pass for a moment its crystal clear then its gone just as fast it leaves me shivering in my fur when those missing emotions stir
Friends in a Time of Need
._ _despite the medical attention_ _the angry accusers stirring up tension_ _and the businesses financial intention_ _you have not lost until you accept defeat_ _stay strong and hard as concrete_ _leave behind the mistreat_ _get better as they say purposely
A Passionate Phenomena - short poem
As i continue down, i feel something stir. something is awakening somewhere deep within. a pleasant fire sparks when i meet your gaze. i begin to glow as you say my name. your touch makes me tranquil. i've fallen for your spell of love.
Pokemon - Tale Of The Guardian Master - CH 112
Looking at the two, rose tilt her head before looking back down at chris, giving him another poke causing him to stir again.
Dreams of You
Your sparkling eyes and fair hair warm my heart, stirring feelings i thought long dead. i cannot forget your face, i cannot recall your name, you speak words that i don't remember, but each breath just fans the flames.
The Hunt
Skills to pad her bower nay these males no they are like the fall fruit an just as perishable sweet upon the tongue an aye for the gratis of the eye to wander but no her prey is even more elusive indeed the one who for her flash of her lure there is no stirring
Poem #68: The Sound
My own pride and vanity have led me down the path i take; echoes of a younger mind stir in me a hopeful pause. i listen for the whispers found inside this darkened well; drink in the sweet melody of lessons i ought have learned.