Corruptors of the Road 1
"why don't'cha wait outside, give me a little privacy and have a smoke? i'll make it quick." he said with a laugh as turned, leaning against the sink with one leg crossed over the other. "sure, take all the time you need."
What Goes Around
The smoke curled and licked at the hairs, almost blending into them. in the back seat, the passenger held his cigar, drawing on it a bit before letting out more smoke.
A Real Man
A could of acrid smoke brought him back to his senses. he scrunched up his nose and wafted the smoke away with a paw.
The Cycle
Damn places wouldn't let him smoke indoors anymore. rules and regulations blocked his path like spots of dust on his reading glasses, always aggravating and always there.
Dial-A-Ghost 2
We just sat there in silence for awhile before i said, "after all this heavy emotional stuff i think i need a drink and a smoke. you?" "same here", she said.
A Second Helping
Reaching into his pants pocket he pulled out his dented and half gone pack of smokes. lighting one up he took a deep drag on the small stick and let the cloud of smoke out slowly.
The Dream That Turned Real - Resurrection, Part 1.txt
You touch my smokes, you're gonna get smoked."
Home Movies (Chapter 2) [Almost to the sex.]
Sebi stood some distance off, smoking and watching and occasionally making the "she's insane" gesture with a finger against his temple whenever passers-by would stop and stare.
The House in the Desert
He lit a cigarette as he waited, dragging back on it as he relished the flavor of the menthol and then exhaling the smoke thickly into the air. nobody lived here, that was obvious, so why not enjoy a smoke while his friends stupidly thought the opposite?
Time of War Chpt 6
" spark nodded as zero exhaled a large amount of lung damaging smoke. "i belive that is why my daughter was killed before was even given the chance to be born into this world, because i struck down a child."
The Sweet Sting
Nothing happened at first before suddenly the smoke billowed into his mouth. parker worked to make sure the smoke stayed in his mouth while he savored the flavor, holding it before the thick smoke was exhaled past his lips. parker was proud of himself.
Saturday, Dedicated to the God of Cycles of Violence and Revenge who Devours His Children, but Also of Harvest and the Lost Golden Age
The smoke begins to clear, at weary last. and voices in my head are fading fast, for even ghost towns crumble, in the end. if ghosts may rest in peace, we too can ask to move in circles, back where we begin.