Watership Down - Blueberry's Tale, Book 2, Chapter 27
Darkclaw-rah snapped back at whisp who was swaying about side to side. "and could you stop doing that, it makes me dizzy watching you." he saw whisp move back into the shadows as he sat there on the boulder.
In a Sympathetic World
Until like a wilting flower it fades away, like plumes of smoke being whisped out of existance by the cruel winds of change. i was lucky enough to find love and cherish it, finding it right under my nose. lucas is what they called him.
Watership Down - Blueberry's Tale, Book 2, Chapter 40
Someone to lead us to victory, isn't that right whisp?" vervain looked about and didn't detect another rabbit in the burrow but the weird voice that came from the dark shadows nearly made him jump.
Lighter side of Dark
The will-o-whisp came and charged foreword running into the tube. i flipped the switched shutting him in. the dead appeared in the other tube. i put on my goggles and smiles. "and thus the dead shall live once again!"
Promise of the Mark
"healing whisp." she said in a soft tone. as i went to ask her to repeat her comment, she showed me her clan mark on her chest. i'd seen a small portion of it before when she'd wear certain tops. this time around i got more than just a peek.
A Bookworm's First Love Ch.9
Mark whisp... "oh yuri...i love you so much." mark whispered softly as he gently stroked my cheek. "mark..." he started to lean over to kiss me. _beep! beep!...beep! beep!_ i slammed my fist down on the snooze button on my alarm clock.
Adventures usually lead to death.
A well, with a corpse lying over its lip shone with what looked like a whisp, only it was darker in its center, and exuded a sort of welcoming darkness. humanity.
Monday Memos [song lyrics]
You in it for just the fun_ _ _ _memo dated monday, 10 am_ _to whom it may concern_ _i'm the one who set out on my own_ _to explore the world with every turn_ _ready to make my life my own_ _the one in my heart upon the throne_ _now another whisp
On the Grape-Vine
The best he could manage were the tiniest whisps of breath. whimpers so quiet, he was not even sure he had managed to cry out at all. the flower's petals quivered again. the broad centre of the flower gently stirred.
Before Commute (Otherwise Untitled)
In the light of whisps of dawn, in his driveway, in his car to head to work, the skunk sat for a moment. what mattered considered, he was on schedule and wearing his third favorite shirt. the turned the ignition to the start position.
Vacancies for Overseers (Otherwise Untitled)
Once he was done coughing up the day's dust and breeze, he glanced up to the sight of deep blue begining to smother the remaining whisps of amber sky. the stars had already begun to trickle into view, like hope gradually condensing on the firmament.
The Flower of Scotland
Mom sat the kippers down as well, then sat at the table beside me, her short dark hair whisping around her face my voice sounded small, even to me. "it's a utilikilt. it's made for everyday wear and use. i wear it a lot back home."