Sugarcane (poetry)
Begged for speedwe were taken far away, to the rain dappled greenand where the sweet crop grows bountiful i taste the sugarcane in your kissyour dark eyes glow amber until you pull awayand you're just as you've always beenit's merely a fantasy, a game of charades
Sterling
Trying to please everyone but yourself, and never once daring to ask them for help, all that you are is a twisted charade, pretentious persona in constant parade, forgotten yourself, you no longer know, the person within is dealt fatal blow,
The Prince of Vara - [Chpt 2]
I do not care about maintaining this charade in our very own palace." she stumped damian and i once more, but he was quick to match her bluntness. "whatever charade are you talking about?"
To Tame an Invader
"enough of this charade!" but they ignored him, stepping forward, laden with something heavy and curved.
Chimera - Chapter 7
According to him, this whole thing was just a charade, a cover trying to hide a daily suffering. therefore, he wondered why he was here. the light blinded him, the row of the diners was unbearable, as to the smell, it made him feel sick.
A Prodigious Party
_ah_... even charades? coz... i'd die a happy fox if i got to see you trying to mime movie titles."
Bitter...Yet Refreshing! Series
Tennison noticed and kept up the charade. "hey, everyone!" the panther called to the room. at the sound of his voice typewriters stopped their clicking, secretaries stopped talking and field reporters halted in their tracks.
Dungeons & Adders CH13
Otherwise, we'd be resorting to writing and charades right now.
Aftermath
His well-intended charade, standing in as a substitute all these years, at that moment seemed desperately wicked. "look at me son! the farm is yours, everything i leave behind is yours. it's only right that the son inherit from his father."
Aftermath
His well-intended charade, standing in as a substitute all these years, at that moment seemed desperately wicked. "look at me son! the farm is yours, everything i leave behind is yours. it's only right that the son inherit from his father."
Aftermath
His well-intended charade, standing in as a substitute all these years, at that moment seemed desperately wicked. "look at me son! the farm is yours, everything i leave behind is yours. it's only right that the son inherit from his father."
Aftermath
His well-intended charade, standing in as a substitute all these years, at that moment seemed desperately wicked. "look at me son! the farm is yours, everything i leave behind is yours. it's only right that the son inherit from his father."