Thicker Than Blood - Chapter 3
Last night was fresh in your mind, playing over and over, curling up deeper under those lavender-scented blankets. it felt safe but you knew it wouldn't last long.
Subjugation, Ch 2
He did not know if it was the screen itself or his mind playing tricks on him. rage and fear tore through him, built to a crescendo... then stopped. herik went dead calm. all red lines in the proxy cleared and system shut down was averted.
Commission: A Half-priced Book
._ _that's nothing, that's just the paranoid part of your mind playing tricks on you, you know they can be quite naughty sometimes.
Track and Field: Chapter 2
His mind played out the last vestiges of his dream. he struggled to hold on to the memory of the power and heat he'd acquire. it took a few hard breathes before he could even move. as his mind snapped alert, zack glanced over at the time.
WWVT?
_ **victor holden** says: don't mind playing a bit rough sometimes. don't mind being the one who gets it up the tail but when i do, i kind of want to feel it's...dunno, proper y know? muzzle down and ass up...kinda is my thing, i guess.
A Tau, a punk, and a bitch walk into a bar...
"it was just a dumb dream, just different things in my mind playing out in my subconscious. nothing i should have waken you for." i rationalized. "again, did you hear that sound you made? you made it because you were afraid and upset. you _needed_ me.
Truc's Journal, Entry 1
My mind played at thoughts of this weekend with jason as i idly played through a game. ~~~~~~~~ so, that happened a while ago, so i've a lot to catch up with my lj posts!
Pack Mentality - Chapter Seven
He didn't wait to see if it was just his own mind playing tricks on him. in spite of the red dots of fatigue that danced in his vision, the shaking in his legs and aching in his paws, tobi kept on going, trotting on and on.
Temperance
I still feel the most euphoric satisfaction sometimes, when my mind plays tricks on me, and i am flung into an ulterior realm, sporting a wagging tail, and shreds of human clothing--mere vestiges of my man-soul left, awaiting eagerly my full rebirth into that
Tales of the Huntsville Mayors #3 - Black-and-Orange Market
A long sigh to help him relax preceded thoughts of him and huck crossing his mind: playing in the fcaa tournament as well as in the draft combine, sharing a congratulatory and consoling hug on draft night when he got chosen while the raccoon didn't, watching
Troth
At first he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him, but he heard it again, accompanied by the end of the pod facing him beginning to open into four thickly fleshed pedals.
Bovine Parents (Ch. 30 - End)
His mind playing tricks, perhaps? if he were only seeing things then maybe...but hearing it speak? that cemented it. there was no questioning what lay before his eyes. this was undoubtedly, undeniably real. “err...um–uh–um...hello?"