Goofing Off
A black jacket with silver brocade, red collar, red gloves and boots, black pants with red stripes down the sides, a pair of cutlasses stuck into a red sash around his waist walks down a long corridor with no particular speed whistling bach's toccata and fugue
Mindfucked - The good word
"i think we've done all we can do today, thank you for your time mister judd" brother ezekiel smiled as he clapped his bible closed, snapping jakob out of his fugue.
Last Resort: Chapter 4 (Final)
It's my parents favourite spot in the winter because they're both a fan of fugu. that, and most of their serious talks go down in that place." "do i want to know what fugu is?" joey probed, and taro grinned back in response. "puffer fish.
First Christmas
A yelp was torn from the dozing wolf, and she shuddered her way out of the fugue the drugs had put her in.
Krieg Verzehrt
Its divine force rattled her, and a sudden flash of lightning broke her from the fugue. it touched off a memory from the black forest long ago. she looked back to the river lech and was reminded of a surging danube.
Night of Debauchery
The wetness shocked me out of my fugue, and i gasped and looked down. the second landed on my muzzle, and i stared in amazement at my brother's cock at full flare, urethra pulsing as cum pumped out in great white splattering globs.
Shattered Salvation, Draft 1 CH 23
Experts called the condition a combat fugue. a hyper-alert state where the person seemed capable of inhuman feat of fighting.
The Escape
I felt in my new mind as if i were in a fugue state. i could barely register what i did. the mind in my wolf body was in absolute panic.
Pandora's Templar - Chapter 30
It was a riot of harmony and rhythm, a blast of noise; a huge pulsing fugue in eight, 16, 32 voices -- i lost count. the fugue drove towards harmonic resolution but always modulated to another key in a wonderful combination of control and invention.
Descent into Madness
Wincing in his sleepless fugue, jason had barely realized that it was his father that had saved his life, and that he wasn't dead, not yet.
Sleuthing
Turn, turn, merge, highway fugue. a semi passed on his left. an asshole pickup going twice the speed limit passed on his right. they were driving through midtown, they were watching skyscrapers pass, they were back in midtown, nearing campus.
I Hate Titles
In a sleep-addled fugue i rolled back over, placing my back to the remains of the fire pit and closing my eyes, seeking an easy transition back to sleep when the second brittle crack speared its way through the fog encasing my mind and wedged itself sharply