Never Taste Freedom
His goofy, smug smile held his cig at an upward angle so i thought he might stick the damn thing up his nose. he had that habit of talking while not taking it from his mouth, so most of what he spoke sounded mumbled.
Rondo Of Sin
He gave a puff on his still lit cig but found he received nothing from it.
3:6 Daughter Of The Earth And Sky
Trilby said, pinning his cig between his lips. " you want openshaw, i can find him for you, but you've got to help me first." "and if i change my mind?" alias asked. "you're throwing a lot of 'what-if's' at me."
Sinister's Benifits Package
Simmons lights up another cig. "bah! i just told that bastard that to keep his paws off my toys. you can come back whenever you want."
The Stump
Juniper flicked and stamped out the cig. "let's go inside." - sitting at the kitchen table this way felt shameful. michael was enthroned upon his perceived failures, at the mercy of the moment. he was left to wait.
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 11 of 37
~ **chapter 11 ~** i stood by the window in cade's bedroom smoking a cig. the early morning was giving way to mid-morning. out cade's window and through the trees lining the property division was the house next door.
Nina\'s Break Down
Even jesus would have said "okay, enough of this shit now, i need a cig."
Journal to Dad, Entry 5
The subtle scratchy, crackling of his voice was shamefully relaxing to me, i knew it had to have been from many years of smoking, it was even more evident now as there was only half a cig left in his snout.
Inner Struggle-Chapter 10- Guise night out
I sat next to him on the bench and wrapped my arms around him causing his cig to fall onto the cement. it made me feel terrible knowing that my actions impacted my brother for the worst.
Chiricov- Chapter 1: First Steps into the Lion's Den
I needed to light up, but instead i put my cigs and lighter in my breast pocket for later. nina could ask me to do anything... and i would. although i think she knew and even though i tried to hide it; i loved her.
Booga Tries Out Motorcycling(Not Really)
The unnamed biker situated themselves onto booga's mattress like a house guest afraid to ask for some blankets for the night, smoking that cig like it was a pipe.
Remissions Of Guilt: Begin Again
I cracked a crooked smile with the cig still between my teeth. "nah i fine dude. i'm just thinking about things. a lot on my mind."