Rooftop: The Edge
traffic ground to an agonizingly painful halt. radio chatter disturbed about who to blame for the mysterious explosion on the green line last week. whispered rumors said the delays were going to be for at least another one.
Lazirus - Chapter 1
Filled with a sense of serenity, i closed my eyes, already below traffic height, not to mention on a closed thoroughfare of a deserted residential block, and just allowed myself to relax, gliding along on inertia alone.
Ebony Dreams (WIP)
As traffic passes, a male husky walks up next to zsukaza not looking at hir at first but looks up hearing the large chakat sigh softly. the two foot height difference seems intimidating.
Going for a Coffee
traffic was light, and the buzz of cars and scooters going past didn't seem as annoying as it usually was, not even with the compulsory noisemakers running. mine sounded, aptly enough, like someone had dunked a speaker underwater.
Mountain Ambush
They had simply been told to drive the truck to its destination in the middle of the night, when traffic was expected to be lightest. the snow had stopped for now, and the driver relaxed a little bit, increasing his speed.
'Last Quarter' by Wyst (in progress)
At this time of night, there is little to no traffic, save for the occasional underage partygoer to or from the punk abode. the windows of most of the neighboring homes are dark, and those who dwell within are sleeping soundly.
Credo of Thieves, Part 2
I wouldn't want you to be late, and uh, allowing for traffic - i always allow for traffic - you've still got plenty of time..."
Seven-Tails, Chapter 2
"_ i dodged the traffic, cutting across an empty street, through a midas parking lot. "and that's good for you? do you want to stay... with me?" _"indubitably, and indefinitely. you are young and naive. and entertaining.
Playing Curse
"traffic was really backed up today. it's not my fault." "it's absolutely your fault! you should have aimed to be early instead of on time, then traffic wouldn't make a difference." the boss crossed his arms. "now, my office now!"
Taking a Load Off
He lifted his phone up after waiting a moment in the traffic, sending his husband a text.
Shifter City: Werecat Workplace
Their collective frustrations combine into a vortex of disconnected misery as they merge into traffic.
Street Sweepers: Part II
* * * riggs entered the terminal with sook, the two standing in an area where traffic was low.