They Come
Fate is fickle and cannot be predicted. in the end, what goes up, must come down. either softly, or hard. in this case, extremely hard. the four reign for generations until they are destroyed by their own personal slaves.
Writing Advice: Before You Write
Whether it's mid story blues, difficulty outlining, or you're just feeling like you're bashing your head against the wall writing the ending - creative projects are as fickle as they are rewarding.
Heart of a Wolf
Written for the winner of my twitter giveaway, https://twitter.com/werewolfcrypt consciousness is a fickle thing: always coming and going, too slippery ever to be grasped even by the firmest of grips; sometimes, as convinced as you might be of your lucidness
Cabin Break: Prologue
It was a name that had been given to him by his close friends arty, gwen, lance, gary and nhym, but he knew how fickle they could be; if enough time passed and something distracted them he would just be sam again.
Log On
Memory's a fickle thing. mark seemed to pick up on all three's interest, and saw an opportunity to flaunt his exhibitionist side. "well..." mark leaned back slightly to afford the camera a better view before continuing to rub himself.
The Dragon and the Hen
English was such a fickle and finicky language. then the wind shifted and brought an entirely enticing and unbelievably unignorable scent wafting his way.
Tempest
Great storm, great embodiment of air, weather's most fickle child, i stand before you risen, awaken from my sleep, feeling your worst at my best.
Corruption: Part Two
They were a fickle kind, a beast in their own right, and their wiles were not be trifled with. “yes, fuck me, fuck me, stud, you fucking breeder whore,” she hissed, rolling onto their sides, though he did not stop fucking and filling her.
The Essence of a Dragon chapter 3: Courtship
Her very body worked in concert with mazrogal's plans, that final spasm turning to be as fickle as it was strong.
Race for city hall
Even so, voters are fickle and he understood that quite rapidly, cutting all links between him and his old identity; he wasn't anthony weiner anymore, but carlos danger, the one that would bring change to the city, one photo at the time.
Sacrificed to the Satyr
It was not the gods or worship or fickle fate that had kept the valley healthy. it had been the pleasure and play of the satyrs that once lived here. satyrs that phalamor now knew where able to 'feed' as he did.
Negotiations with a Dragon
"one takes what one can when the public is so fickle. i think -" "i think that's the problem, anthony." "did you just interrupt me?" "i did, but don't worry. you won't remember that in a few moments."