Patamon's Fun Time Chapter 4
It felt like someone was twisting his testes around while scorching the bottom of his entire scrotal region with a zippo lighter.
Same Business, New Location: Chapter One
Retrieving my zippo from my jeans pocket, i put the joint in my muzzle and lit up. the dry smoke burned the back of my throat both on the inhale and the exhale. i hated that feeling.
The Other Side
Shelf incense, candles of every color and scent under the sun, backflow burners, candle holders and even a display case with specially engraved zippo lighters.
Lion, Tiger and Bears, oh my, part 10
Lao took a zippo from his bag and lit the torch. "but this might," i said. in the illumination it provided i saw the tall wrought iron stand holding a shallow clay bowl. i smelled the oil before i looked in it.
Spring and Fall: To A Grown Woman
She stuck the cigarette between her lips and held her zippo to the end until the smell of burning tobacco and paper filled her nostrils. "then how can you be so sure he's got one for me?" "i just know," the kid said. "how?" "because i just know!"
A Vignette From the Roadhouse: Scenic Rut
The dobe reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a spliff and her zippo, flicking it, and sparking the end up, feeling her hole go slack as she held a lungfull of weedsmoke in, and then releasing it in a long steady stream from her nostrils, passing
Nameless for the Moment
He peeled out of the parking lot and pulled out his marlboro's putting one to his lips and lighting it with his zippo. he tried to slip into his class without making any noise(which never works xd), but mr. fontanna knew he walked in.
College Transformation Part 2
He was so caught up in his futile efforts that he didn't even hear mike until he opened his zippo and offered it to the man. he jumped a little, but gladly took it and managed to light it. "why are you still here?
"Then and Now" - Day 4, Chapter 3
With that same smile on my face, i took a cigarette from my coat pocket, along with a silver zippo lighter. the former was just a regular malboro, but the latter still held memories.
High Times at Mitchell High Part One: School Daze
"let me spark you up man," the otter offered, as he reached his insane clown posse zippo lighter out to light the zebra's poorly rolled j. "here ya go bro."
Midnight Sun: final: Goodbye
He walked into the middle of the road, pulled out a zippo lighter, lit it and threw it up. he watched as the lighter fell slowly towards him.
The Wizard Sleeps
A blanket that lay spread out against one wall, what looked like a zippo lighter that sat beside the kindling pile, and last but not least a weathered looking little book and a few pens that sat just out of arms reach.