Diary of a Planeswalker: Chapter 4
It felt as though he was reading me like a book and suddenly, my resolve started to falter. no, not just to falter, to fade away entirely. he was in a league far beyond me.
Galen's Story: Prologue
"dammit, stop being able to read me that easily, would you? i don't like bandying my emotions and feelings about, and you make it hard to keep them hidden. as for what's wrong...envy i suppose.
If FAG Were Contagious Ch 1
It read me and ken. ken? ken was joe's really buff fox friend from wrestling. curious, he clicked on the maximize button, thinking it was a picture file. a video menu popped up on the screen, so rocky clicked play.
the shard
Do you read me?" said a voice in my ear and i flicked it up. "vaan! status report." i asked. "everything is o.k. right the reason i called is because i got a bill here. name: thorax. place: the dragon realms?" replied vaan. "right.
The Dark-Wolf Legacy: Chapter 2 [Retribution-part 1]
Does anyone read me?! the mission is fubar, pull out! i repeat evac and radio in airlift, we need to get out of here!' ...csssssssssss!.. static... nothing but static.. "please.. don't even bother" 'why? because the radiation's blockin' the signal?'
The Encounter Part 3
Sophie looked up at me, and instantly seemed to be able to read me, something that sometimes scared me. "don't worry. it's okay," i said to her "i just need to find a new job. that and come up with a good story for them." she just looked at me.
Finding Closure
I guess whatever made me this way also read me the terms and conditions, because i didn't have any existential crisis about being dead. it was just a fact that i knew.
Forbidden: P.2/?
We played checkers and candyland until late at night, then we snuggled up and she read me my favorite story. it was an old japanese folk tail about a boy born from a peach.
Through A Glass Darkly - 4
Then, beneath the merciless stars, whose patterns whiffletree still didn't know, luna said, "will you read me a verse from your book?"
Tall Grass (WiP)
"drop-ship, this is charly, can you read me?" the radio beeped, tells me that the message was sent. no response. "drop-ship, this is charly, can you read me?" i repeated the call. six seconds later, the d. o. answered. "drop-ship" "there's charly.
The Tar Pits
Hours passed by as they read me my miranda rights, got my mug shot and then processed me into solitary confinement.
Prologue
This is really the first time i've talked to anyone about this stuff and she just read me like an open book from a few simple questions.