Jay-Jay Finds His Way Home
Then again, the boar was a walking anachronism. he wore a suit that looked straight out of history books. it was a three-piece pin stripe suit with a blood red tie and a pocket watch tucked into his vest.
Jay-Jay Finds His Way Home Chap 1
Then again, the boar was a walking anachronism. he wore a suit that looked straight out of history books. it was a three-piece pinstripe suit with a blood-red tie and a pocket watch tucked into his vest.
So Shall He Consume Me 4 - In a Dance of Illusions
"she called it...a little song she played about me, said she...felt like i was some sort of anachronism somehow, always out of place but at the same time just...home whenever i most needed it.
Café Plaisir: October's Comeuppance (Part 1)
The cheery, patient voice of a sylveon was spinning through the ninetales head, slowly setting to work the anachronism of mental cogs, winches and pistons within. "good morning, october!" there it was again, that kind, yet annoying voice.
Addiction - Chapter Thirty: Epilogue
I was probably the first person he'd ever met guilty of incest, but he handled it as if i were no stranger than the velocipede riding, living anachronisms outside of his apartment window.
16 - Confrontations
I noted with appreciation that she was a manual, an extreme rarity in this day and age, but an anachronism that fit my tastes just fine.
A Renegade Reborn - Pt 3 - Refugee
Aside from all of the silly bullshit anachronisms, ren faires were always good for gobs of really interesting leather gear.
A Renegade Reborn - 3 - Refugee
Aside from all of the silly bullshit anachronisms, ren faires were always good for gobs of really interesting leather gear.
At Second Glance, the Gods
And the park itself, felix decided, was an anachronism, too. empty space in the middle of so many buildings made it look nothing so much as though the city had been shorn for surgery, and the sidewalks cut like scars through the open grass.
Binding the Restless Wave
And her captain was as much an anachronism as his boat, a superstitious man who refused to believe that steam power could ever overtake the sail and scorned coal like it would single-handedly destroy our world.
The Rising Fallen Star 6 - Fifty-Seven
Trumpets and saxophones squealing whilst being warped through a techno filter, strings and percussions of their grandparents' days playing the same rhythms of a rave club in the most pure of anachronisms.
Hustling Through the Dark - the full novel
"and now for another ancient tradition that so many of you feel is a silly anachronism - the final countdown. ... ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, ignition!" "emergency. emergency. there's an emergency going on.