A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 1: Ayrlon Weeps
Scholars riffled through pages and lost themselves in old transcriptions. but down here, there was only silence. the table thal'rin sat at was small, basic, and it resided in the middle of a large archway carved into the stone.
Fleet Troubles, pt 1 (Otherwise Untitled)
Flenir liked it this way; it was as if he could hide his shame as he riffled through the stack of notes and papers. he must be missing something, or doing some math wrong, or using the wrong diagnostic script, something.
Lykos - Lone Wolf pt. 2
After riffling through the fridge and cupboards, he realized that what he really wanted was meat, and a good amount of it, too. the thought made his mouth water and he nearly drooled.
The Mandela Field Manipulator 3.0
Adlin returned to his body and found himself at the other end of the shopkeeper's riffle. the clerk seemed freaked out by whatever he'd done. he ran out of the shop and into an alley, where he hoped he could finally get a grasp on what happened to him.
The Guardian Chapter Two
Looking around he moved over to another crate and after riffling around pulled out a few herbs, some stones and a small skin of water.
Team Violet 4: Politics
She cried, moving from closet to dresser and riffling through each. she had not changed out of her suit and was pulling out dresses by the rack and stuffing them back with startling speed.
Beast
His hot breath riffled the fur of her cheek. she opened her eyes on a row of curving yellow teeth, the wrinkled lips of the grizzly, fully enraged. "brout!" she tried, but his nose dropped and the eyes that gleamed at her had no feeling left in them.
TIme of War Chpt 3
.| #### in the corner of the armory spark sat, cleaning yet another riffle. other than the sound of the knife running along the wet stone, and spark cleaning, the room was dead silent.
BitS Chapter Three
She riffled through the suit’s pockets, digging out what implements he had. they were clearly weathered, having nicks in their metal and covered in all sorts of grime.
Son of the Sheriff's Dog
So it should have it, thought seymour, about to grab his riffle and kill that monster once more. but something rather disturbing happened.
The princess in the tower
The dragon huffed his hot breath against the human's face, the hairs on his face started to riffle up and burn from the heat. “where are we going?" the princess asked, they walked past the stairs to the top and deeper into the castle.
An Island Affair
I could hear him snoring gently beneath the whisper of the rising breeze as it passed through the pines and riffled the pages of the book lying at his side.