Empty the Sieve
"You live in the world, Damien. Spirit-child." "What does that _mea-!"_ "in the world" "in the the world" "in the" "world in" "in the world world" "in in the world" "world" "in the world" "the world" "in the world, Damien" "in the" "Damien" ...
Time Runs Short
Time Runs Short With the blindfold securely in place, the only thing that Kyle could hear from his position strapped to the table was the sound of sand slowly pouring through an hourglass that had been flipped over just moments ago. An hour. That's...
By A Thousand Cuts
sieve didn't have any complaints about that. it seemed like a win-win situation. who needed to sleep anyway, right?" "but you can only push yourself so far before you hit that point of diminishing returns, can't you?"
Die A Thousand Deaths
"what happened with sieve?" "she was pretty mad at me," jackie chuckled. "putting me back together after that turned out to be expensive and, uh, she had to fish me out of there herself." the jackal shuddered.
Ghost of the Western Cretaceous Sea
One day shall i between my bare toes as if through a sieve those slow waves pour. salt breeze will smart my eye. the foam's cool touch my sorrows will efface, and i will understand the white gull's cry.
Chapter 1
Then, my sharp shepherd ears sieved out some movements in the bed. _click._ the warm, cozy glow of the light flooded the room and i squinted in response. "still awake?" she snorted out a question.
Sunday, Part I
Through the vague sieve of a cracked door, i thought i saw her pause and look at my nude frame, but i dismissed the idea; her footsteps resumed much too quickly. still, my heart raced briefly. my swimsuit was nowehere to be found.
project wolfsoul: chpt 8: how far would you go?
Hours past like a glass sheet through a sieve. we mated the bitches, got collected and went back to england. we were now in transit in the back of the vauxhall. john was worried about me... he's that sort of guy "you alright, man?"
The reluctant steward: tomorrow never knows
Retrieving my journal i dusted it and sealed it with my blood, putting it away in my loin cloth i "hopped" through the dimensional sieve again and emerged in runner lane.
2: Circe?
Now that sieve 4 was open, the crop flooding would be minimized, they'd saved what they could. all they could do now was wait it out.
Chapter 6
They looked like a damn sieve. i retreated but several shots hit me.\<\< elias stopped his explanations and took a deep breath. jackal did not like to say a word and so he waited patiently for him to continue on.
Death Isn't the End
He had been crying all morning, shaking and feeling like he was about to hurl as his time rushed at him and was slipping through his paws like sand through a sieve.