Someone tapped Analia on the shoulder, jolting her back to reality.- Meandbooks
It was then that a bright red flame burst into the sky over the waterfront, causing the entire group to turn and look.- Messenger
Spirals of runes covered the sky over the southern most point of the Realm. It glittered against her senses and felt strongly of that man’s magick.- Soulkana
Evian could feel his heart throbbing in his chest, the sweat gathering along his hairline. Simon snored loudly in the corner, his flabby face firmly planted on his desk. Luin’s face was contorted with rage and the Office was lit up with colours, spectacular blazes of whites and yellows and blues.- Pompadour
My mother’s fingers drummed against the counter as her stare bore into me.- SpiritedWolfe
Her worn hands would envelop mine and her eyes would look so sad.- AdrianMoon
He coughed, the dust triggering his allergies as he waddled over to his backpack grabbing the flashlight.- Tuesday
His shock of hair was dyed purple, but you could see the bright white, silky strands forcing their way through, forming a fringe.- IronSpark
It was decorated with a dark teal and white stripes, with a tail-like structure sticking out of its rear parts, from which puffs of smokes were released in the air.- Tortwag
My mother’s fingers drummed against the counter as her stare bore into me.- AdrianMoon
Whispering around the corner came the image of love: a woman, swirled into a long warm coat and long, greying hair. Her mother had come. Behind her was her father, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, lines of worry etched into his face.- Falconer
he frowned- although it was more a gesture of self-chiding than external dislike- before smiling.- EnderFlash
The hallway was lit dimly with lyte-fixtures—it would be madness to have torches in a building made largely of wood—and the harsh shadows sweeping across the room looked even more menacing in the low light.- Pompadour
The leopard print woman takes advantage of the free seats right away, crossing her arms and collapsing onto the cushions- Buggiedude2340
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I think the quote missed the 's'.
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