The Predators of Rome: Chapter One
"hello, might i trouble you, mia cara, for a cigarette? i forgot my pack at home." he lied. he always kept his cigarette pack in his right jacket pocket. she could probably even see it. sure enough...
[DEMON DOG]
The winter chill swept across the thames' glacial surface as the detective adjusted his tie and took a second, deep suck on his cigarette.
Family with Benefits
Bleh... something else that tasted worse in her mouth than cigarettes. her name was mia crowley. when they were little girls, she and patricia were friends.
Life by the Page 6
Leon fell carelessly into his leather chair in front of the fireplace and puffed away at his cigarette as it quickly burned away.
Silk and Smoke
The electronic cigarette whirred when she blew into it, a faint spray of mist fading into the thick smog of real cigarette smoke. "out of water, what a shame."
Conference Conquest
"i can't stand these conferences," she said, taking a drag on her cigarette. "all these boring speeches and fake smiles. it's all so exhausting." i nodded in agreement. "i know what you mean," i said.
Give the Devil His Due
Jessie took the cigarette out of her mouth. "what?! what's wrong with the kids!?"
Flash Fiction 1: The German Sheppard
He smokes a cigarette. he is tall, lanky, wearing an army surplus camouflage jacket and a pair of dark jeans. he doesn't smile. ever. he has the same vacant, pain filled stare constantly on his face. you are intrigued.
Runaways: Pt. 1
Bartleby wrinkled his nose as the stench of cigarette smoke scratched at his face and the smell of alcohol burned inside his nostrils.
Duty Chapter 25: A Needed Calm
Then, out of his front jacket pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the desk along with a lighter that he had in his pants pocket. he took one cigarette out of the pack and placed it between his pointy gray ears.
CPT Obmeyer: Ch. 1
A lit cigarette burns lazily in an ornate crystal ashtray by the window, while a digital alarm clock rests precariously on top of a hook-bound duffel bag. "you are pavel yekaterinavitch koslov, 19 years old.
The Disappointment of Papa Wolf
Ryan was therefore surprised to see that his culprit, a barefoot thing who walked on his toes like a throwback, was out there chain-smoking cigarettes. he groused to other twinks about his failed date rape.