Unemployed, Ch. 8: There's Some Hype
For the first time, there was a crick in his snout implying he'd done something wrong. "sorry," he said. "i'll get pizza."
No Capes.
Trisha murmured, tilting her head, cricking her neck.
Book of Warlock 4. Here be dragons.
A high-energy spike was far up ahead, judging by the luminous display on her gadget, and with a rolling of her shoulders, and a cricking of her neck to limber herself up, she began to tread.
Forgotten Memories: Ruins of Warfang
Cyril cricked his neck and stretched. "i notice you are alone; where are spyro and cynder?" terrador felt pain surge through him like a white hot needle. he knew it was coming, but he wanted to prolong it as long as he could.
War Hound Chapter 5
She doesn't feel nor hear the cricks in her back. another sign of what she now is, with a frown she gets up and heads to the shower. she probably doesn't need this, but she doesn't care it always feels good and rebirth has never complained about it.
Bad Nicknames
"well sir, most people believe that james watson and francis crick discovered it, but they actually based their work on one of their colleagues, rosalind franklin." i couldn't help but give a tiny smirk. he sighed, his eyes boring into me. "correct, mr.
Melted Ice
I heard a loud crick in the floor behind me. i point my flash light and find nothing. "i will not be sad when i get to leave here" i continue walking and trip on the floor. i smack face first on the ground.
Pacific Beasts - Patience (Chapter 1)
With an agonizing snap they straightened again and slowly started fanning out, accompanied by a series of cricks and pops.
Desert Wind: 1.2
Some snap their fingers, others crick their neck, some roll their shoulder, and another could flick their tail.
Saguaro Sky - Part Two - Save a Horse
Don looked up at hal and they both said "the crick..." that's it for now! watch for part 3 soon!! :3
After School Meetings
It was so obvious he had the wolf's eyes on him and he grinned down at the canine, "had a lot of work...hunched over my desk all day, got a bad crick in my back--think you'd wanna give me a massage?"
The Book of Warlock 24. Until we meet again.
The dragon stood himself upright, cricked his neck, cracked his knuckles and shivered his wings. he put his sunglasses back on, after wiping grit from them where they'd been laid upon the gravel drive. he dusted down his jacket, too.