Renamon & Josh. Chapter 2. Don't Be a Dream. Please.
Then i heard her talk to me directly in my foggy mind. "josh, does this feel good?" i opened my eyes slowly and looked down at her, my eyes unfocussed and only seeing the outline of her.
Saying goodbye...
Soon i have to open a door, the both of us moan in pleasure as the cold, piercing breeze brushing over us and making us just lay there in the foggy windowed car. "i need you to move sweetie."
Introduction to Darkness
.** **chapter 1: introduction to darkness** cassandra awoke slowly, pain greeting her foggy mind from various sources.
Chance's Encounters. Prologue.
The large german shepherd growled looking out the window through the blinds, his hot breath foggy it up in front of him. "first the property prices rise and now cats." he grumbled walking back to his chair in the middle of the room.
Casino
His memory was still a little foggy but he remembered how last night he had been drinking. at some point he went to the bathroom, and while inside he saw someone leaning on the sink, apparently washing their face.
Dreamless Nights
The foggy past of childhood is nothing more than a blurry image in my mind. am i so sure they're things that really happened and not just dreams? is there a difference? who could i ask? would they think me mad? how can i know if i'm truely sane?
Changes - Part 1.5
The rest of the day was foggy in charlie's memory. his spanish teacher explained that sometimes it's best to only speak spanish on the first day to a chorus of 'oooooh's.
F.U.R. Part 1
Every armed man ripped out the closest available gun, and pointed it to the foggy, cracked glass. then a hardly visible door pops off the left side of the hull. a smokescreen of dark gray.
Out Of The Fog Part 1 (Real)
His car ran smoothly down the road on the summit, and everything was still and peaceful for a foggy night. only, the fog seemed to clive to get more and more concentrated as he descended down the summit.
Fruit of His Labor [Sketch]
Just like this, the now-foggy cup of the device resting atop the stained towel beside him, he could pull himself easily open, like digging into the flesh of an overripe watermelon.
Guard Your Tongue [Sketch]
Her ears continually belied her interest, though, flicking back again and again, and by now she knew even through her slight foggy wobble that the guard across the fire had noticed.
Another Night [Sketch]
Door to the bathroom opened, washing the dim space in the pale glow of the light; then a moment later out stepped that familiar lithe feline form, not so much dripping with water as just damp, the spots and specks and rosettes and clouds adorning his body foggy