She sat on the train, when she felt it. First reaction, checking the windows. They were all closed. And it wasn’t coming from the air-conditioning, either. She wrapped herself deeper in shawl, but started shivering. Was she developing a fever?
She took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders.
“Better.”
She nodded, not looking at him. She knew his eyes were heavy with worry. He put a hand on her arm comfortingly. She tried to smile.
I put the air conditioner cooler and I’m chilled. I am ready to chill. I need to chill some soda pop. When will there be a chill in the air again? Not until the end of the year!
The chill in the air was unmistakable. It was a day that makes you want to run away to your house and go next to the fire. But you cannot. What you face gives you the feeling right to your bones. You can’t escape.
It felt right, being out here like this, on this chilly november morning. There was sadness in the air too but Rusty brushed that aside. The whole family was here, standing off to the side of the burned down rubble that was once the Venture Compound. It was here they had gathered to commemorate J.J.’s memory, a sort of grave sight or marker if you will.
it’s too cold with my friends
the fingers numb with numbness
the jokes i make when
chill the moment
i laugh it off now
can’t break the silence
when will people like me
when i’m deadly
not too friendly
“Dude. Look.” Randall took a deep breath. He scratched aggressively at one of his bushy sideburns. “Everyone just needs to chill, okay? No need to get at each other’s throats. No need to derail the campaign. Just…try to figure this out so we can move forward, okay?”
Sally was still red-faced. She clenched her 12-sided die in her fist, while her knuckles continued to whiten until they were always translucent. In the meantime, Ellen was ready to roll for initiative, practically ignoring the argument between Sally and Vincent.
She sat on the train, when she felt it. First reaction, checking the windows. They were all closed. And it wasn’t coming from the air-conditioning, either. She wrapped herself deeper in shawl, but started shivering. Was she developing a fever?
She took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders.
“Better.”
She nodded, not looking at him. She knew his eyes were heavy with worry. He put a hand on her arm comfortingly. She tried to smile.
I put the air conditioner cooler and I’m chilled. I am ready to chill. I need to chill some soda pop. When will there be a chill in the air again? Not until the end of the year!
´Chill , what are you doing to awaken me so early during the weekend?´ , Said the sleeper.
´ Interrupting your train of thoughts´, chill replied, somewhat hesitantly.
The icy chill from the door being opened awoke me from my slumber. I staggered to the door to quickly close the door before I froze.
The chill in the air was unmistakable. It was a day that makes you want to run away to your house and go next to the fire. But you cannot. What you face gives you the feeling right to your bones. You can’t escape.
to the bone or like condensation frozen in time from hot hot sex
raw untethered passion is a fleeting phase
but what I’d do to get another taste
love to chill its my favorite past time i also use it in conversation
It felt right, being out here like this, on this chilly november morning. There was sadness in the air too but Rusty brushed that aside. The whole family was here, standing off to the side of the burned down rubble that was once the Venture Compound. It was here they had gathered to commemorate J.J.’s memory, a sort of grave sight or marker if you will.
it’s too cold with my friends
the fingers numb with numbness
the jokes i make when
chill the moment
i laugh it off now
can’t break the silence
when will people like me
when i’m deadly
not too friendly
“Dude. Look.” Randall took a deep breath. He scratched aggressively at one of his bushy sideburns. “Everyone just needs to chill, okay? No need to get at each other’s throats. No need to derail the campaign. Just…try to figure this out so we can move forward, okay?”
Sally was still red-faced. She clenched her 12-sided die in her fist, while her knuckles continued to whiten until they were always translucent. In the meantime, Ellen was ready to roll for initiative, practically ignoring the argument between Sally and Vincent.