Sinking Into Your Skin Beneath the Blood Red Sky (1/5)

... any less real than his memories, though. When he shifts his weight, the sand is a thick, shifting texture against his ass and the soles of his feet. He can taste salt on the air, hear the cry ... reminders of Sam’s torture spree, but at least there’s no actual meat embedded in the walls or ceiling anymore. The gaping hole in the outer wall has been covered with a black, plastic tarp that moves with ...

Painted Walls

... of that look - it helps bring the earth element into the home and also gives the walls the illusion of texture. I read up on how to achieve it on the Internets, bought some paints, and tried my hand at it. ... power systems in my tiny house: one for AC, and one for DC. Things like the outlets and the ceiling fan run off of AC, whereas stuff like the lights and the fridge run off of DC. That's great ...

Gildedtongue's Story: Book II - Chapter 10

... café and chalked up hir fatigue to a lack of eating, having only had a small breakfast. The ceiling, walls, and floor were all an unfinished wood, giving the place a highly rustic feeling to it. Shi ... in a shrug, “I guess so, but they've yet to fabricate one that matches the smell and texture of an old tome.” Shi chuckled slightly. “Besides, some people just like the outdated things, you know?” ...

Love's Stratagems by OneMillionandNine

...neck, presumably naked underneath. His eyes were focused on the ceiling. ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ Spock had been trained in Vulcan memory techniques since early ... skin and white under garments, then focused back on the ceiling in embarrassment. He was half-Human. Had he not heard... when he raised his eyes to hers she nodded. The texture was quite dissimilar from the processed hair on her head;...

...…a hint of yeast and hops and coffee from the garage…mildew…        …see something besides a ceiling when I look up… Opening his eyes, the tall man looked around at the little piece ... the wheel rims, Lewis coasted down the ramp and off onto the green carpet – the texture rough, sending vibrations through his chair. He stopped at the corner of the pool table, ...

Mortadella Halloween

...although eating a sandwich felt weird, it was SO delicious. It's like I gained a whole new appreciation for the taste, smell, texture of food. We laughed a lot about silly things. The light on the ceiling was a constant gradient of red to orange to yellow to green to blue to purple and back, like an LED. The ...

Serious mental test.

Just cause it seems appropriate after the fake freakout from last night X) [x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for “hurting” you. [x] You have ran into a glass/screen door. [] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle. [x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks. [x] You have ran into a tree/bush. [] You have been called a blond. TOTAL: 4 ...

(fic) Betwixt

... months. Steve's eyes cracked open to stare up at the ceiling, where water stains and cracks had left spider web patterns in the... his jugular. "Shhh." Against his skin, Tony's voice had texture, thick and rough. It felt like a promise being pressed into him...*** ...it's time... Steve stared up at the mansion's ceiling, feeling the lethargy creeping through his veins. Tony stretched out next...

Lousy service

... the skirtings, but he claimed that they were probably inherent base texture of the wood which was exposed after sanding. He insisted that ... from a specific angle, reflection of light highlights it's rough texture from the rest of the smooth flooring. I was rather mad...narrow rectangle, and one of the long side has floor to ceiling windows that precludes furniture being placed against them. It was ...

Jitterbug Perfume Series 2: Nightclub Girls

..., we unfolded from each other and I lay back on the pillow and stared at the cracks in the ceiling. This was always the bad time, when I stared at my new lover, disappointed she wasn't Mulder. I...I couldn't help but bite my lip in anticipation. My hand reached out to stroke his balls, enjoying their texture in my palm. From above, I heard him sharply inhale. I bent down and lazily drew a circle on...