Taste.
In the beginning, he tasted like rainwater: salty. Dried sweat around the rim of his mouth, a taste that clung to his...
In the beginning, he tasted like rainwater: salty. Dried sweat around the rim of his mouth, a taste that clung to his...
I can taste the tingle on my tongue the second it touches. I can smell the sweet/sour, crisp, smell. The food is amaz...
Freeform prompt
Friday is supposed to be a day to look forward to - TGIF, right? Sammy had been dreading Friday all week because he ...
“The entire shell is Chronium. That shields the op…” “You mean chrome. Chromium?” “Ahem. Crow NEE Uhm. Chronium. As...
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Bombs were the last thing on his mind.
Bombs were the last thing on his mind. Everyone was hiding under desks, wary of the slightest sound whereas he was w...
Bombs, were the last thing on his mind. Jack turned and spoke " It's funny, that today would have to be the day we be...
Bombs were the last thing on his mind. So, when the topic came up, Ben was staring out the window thinking about his ...