Dreamy Downpour
The minute hand ticks on by, never missing a beat nor tick. by design and through supply, it serves to tell naught but time. the minute man walks on by, ever wishing a match would light.
A Lay in the Park
tick._ the ticking of his camera's lens as he adjusted its zoom barely peeked over the moaning he was starting to make out. they were really going at it - all the better for him. _tick... tick..._perfect. he had the angle, he had the focus.
Wipe Away Your Will
John felt the click-click-click in his arm as the servos and wires and gears worked together, each one pushing out a precise, never-more-than-needed shift of his finger, tick-tick-ticking on the table as he thought through what he wanted to do.
The Exibit
Resting his hand on top of the dial he began to slowly turn it up, tick by small tick every slow second, watching as the rabbit began to squirm more in her sleep, whimpering and breathing more quickly as the pain rose.
Last Night (Sketch Story)
The kangaroogan couldn't see much of the blue tick hound behind the large body of the wolf who was slowly bouncing on his cock, but he could definitely feel him.
last night (sketch story )
The kangaroogan couldn't see much of the blue tick hound behind the large body of the wolf who was slowly bouncing on his cock, but he could definitely feel him.
Nobody's Servant, Part 20 - Infirmary
An incessant tick-tick-tick-tick-tick of paper being wasted. it's coming from the light, spreading out a thin line across a black horizon. i turn my hollow body toward it and i am somewhere else.
Madkat Chance, Part 1 [COM/STORY]
Hearing a ticking noise, t-bone entered a dimly-lighted security room with a big, metal door, without realizing it was booby-trapped. the door shut itself as soon as he stepped inside.
Scurrying in Place
tick-tick ... tick-tick ... time. time. you're losing your rhyme. you never had any reason to begin with. all you have left is the rhyme. and you're losing that, too. the mouse's weak, weary eyes darted ... yellow warbler.
Gray's Christmas - a CTContest entry
tick...tick....tick...tick..... that sound. so small. yet, over time, enough to drive me crazy. as i walked the halls of the great house, not a single sound. silence, utter and complete.
Subject Nine Ch. 2
I could hear it behind me, ticking away at paper. the mechanical clicks were driving me mad. the ticking seemed to have moved to my skin. my head was pounding, i felt like passing out, then a scream rang out in the room.
BTF_ Last One
Btf\_ last once a pokemon ran as fast as it could through the tick forest, running for its life. it's large, thick scaled brown legs carried it as fast as it could.