Gone Batty: Third Time The Charm
Angel laughed, "well, we're only metaphorically related, so it wouldn't count as incest." the two friends laughed then before realizing their lunch break had long been over. ...
Fishers of Men
What ammut interpreted metaphorically, others interpreted very literally.
Afternoon On Midpoint
Other than that, it stayed casual; neither had an interest in tying the other down, metaphorically at least.
Treasure Hunt
When you think astrologically, the one thing that metaphorically epitomizes a phoenix is the moon. what makes a phoenix a phoenix is its ability to begin anew.
Flame War
He had seen the sun, himself, but he still understood the metaphor for what it was. "that's right. on some level, it's just a metaphor - it doesn't have to be a literal flame. in my case it just so happens to be. but when i go into the light, rakim...
Crossover Episode
Small strands of hair that was almost like a metaphor of what they just did. "y'know," mr. peanutbutter said, "i was gonna give you my couch but i suddenly remembered that your back's not all that great."
Honour Bound - (Illustrated by WhiteMantis)
~ keeping one's head down, both metaphorically and literally can be hazardous. especially if there is a suspicious rustling in the tree-branches above you.
Story Time: In the Lavender Room (featuring art by demon69, sirmeo)
As it turned out, the submissive bunny was remarkably happy just watching her shoe-play, her metaphorical pretzels metaphorically drizzled in a rich, metaphorical white chocolate.
A Pair of Children
I could relax in their comforting arms, to speak in a metaphor. it worked for a second, and timler's breathing slowed in real life, but his mind replaced the soothing business call with a loud argument with an ex. i decided to move on.
A Fated Reality-Prologue
I am an author of fanfiction here to grace the metaphorical grounds of lovelies with this fic i lovey-dovey call 'a fated reality'!** **it's a fic of stupidity, random, and yaoi!
The Bureau: Epilogue
And call me lazy, but yes, i wanted to go with a similar morning as the beginning as a metaphor of sorts. or something. brain doesn't like explaining things.
Different
It all started around five years ago.like many teens i sulked around the empty house in a kind of angsty diminished anxietal haze, much like a metaphor for my adolesence. late in the night i stalked up to my room, brooding.