Dry Spell
or maybe i sped up? i'll be more careful. keep talking so i'll know if it happens again." he went back to humping her as she alternately moaned, cursed, and groaned, thankfully in pleasure and in normal time. her eyes were beautiful.
Short_003
Maybe i wasn't competitive enough to fill into his shoes, or maybe he has a pride that has to be protected at all costs. "look, i know things... didn't came out the way you wanted it to be."
Fisher
The air inside had grown too stuffy for the old fisher, or perhaps his eyes had grown too tired of reading, or maybe it was something in his joints, a feeling of too much space that needed to be compressed down.
Lucario's World of Pokemon; Part 5--Fun Facts!
Well, our universe subscribes to the "humans named each species of pokémon after the sounds they make" convention(again, excluding legendary pokémon, who's names were passed down as part of myth and legend from unknown--or maybe even unown \*wink\* --sources
Lonely
or maybe i'm on a couch made perfectly for two to squeeze onto and snuggle...
Pinkmoon Dream
or maybe he was wrong; there was a strange feeling that started coursing through him, from his spine to his feet.
Chapter 1: A new beginning
"or maybe because you're not really scary or... do you know that i'm a very brave person?"he laughed.
A sergal self love
And yet, it remained passive, as if it had no real mind of it's own; or maybe it's thinking the same thing, filled with the same desire as him.
Abandoned #1
I'll come back tomorrow, or maybe the next day, with some supplies. i'm going to build something for you to stay in--what, i haven't decided. i might build you a cage, or just a chain and collar. or maybe i'll dig you a big hole in the ground.
Rain in The meadows (Twokinds snippet)
or maybe annoyed that it had been to something as stupid and tiny as a branch. but for now she was only scared and confused. she leaned back against the trunk of the tree. only now did she notice how cold it was.
Part – 18
Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was timing but i was taken away that same day, before the regular patrons could even find me.
Bors: A Warmaster Jack Novella Part Four
or maybe he was just weak from prison. or maybe he was just weak; he was human, after all. jack didn't hurry, although he paused half-way through to squeeze wine from a skin into the man's mouth, and then he put the skin down on the bed.