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The sizzle I felt being near him was so intense, but I couldn't figure out if they were fireworks or warning flares.
Hell-bent on extinguishing
Fiddler straightened, eyes on the stars glittering overhead. Desert stars, sharp diamonds that ever seemed eager to draw blood.
i lit up like a christmas tree
His round cheeks are of a red that seems to glow from within, as if he had a lit candle in his mouth like a paper lantern at a summer fete.
the full fury of his storming countenance with its rugged overhang of gullied forehead and huge crag of a humpbacked nose that came charging out of his face wrathfully like a Big Ten fullback.
I was born 'neath a clouded star.
Straight enough. I should like to know who sold you the geese which you supplied to the Alpha.
Her eyes flashed, hot and angry, like lightening cutting through a red sunset.
Defiance to constituted authority leaped like a spark from one flammable area to another, growing in heat as it went.
What see you in the horizon's bruised smear
That cannot be blotted out
By your raised hand?
shape about the size of a large dog hovering a few yards over his head.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
proportioned. While
The most straight seems curved.
Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
A flash of lightning
light bright shining
Short boughs, long vintage.
a furtive groove
The Flasher of '04.
I am now the site of an unmistakable sag ... With fancy holographic belt buckles do I attempt to restrain my stampeding softness. In vain ... My only virtues, as a physical specimen, are my sideburns, which are like the pelts of rare woodland animals. My sideburns are not to be ignored.
Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.
A rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar.
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunlight.
Their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.
Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd
Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc ...
It wasn't a pretty sunset. The colors were as expected: violet clouds, bright orange and pink underneath, against the pale blue sky. But the clouds were high cirrus, wispy, and crossed with the contrails of F-16s, a colorful glowing mess. I said, It looks like God barfed a rainbow.
The fetters have burst
And suddenly his cock was out, jutting upward from his breeches like a fat pink mast.
A mighty flame follows a tiny spark.
Glowering like a dwarven god of vengeance.
Dark-bright fire lit eyes
Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.
Its aura distorts hard edges. Shimmering vortices of discoloration boil off, swirling, licking the
cold night air with bright spectral fire. Violence and death, this one's still hot.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
[Brigs of Ayr]
It stretched off into dim infinity, dotted with floating globes of silvery light. Mr. Grey had been told that the globes were swampfire, encased in a timeloop charm so they were inextinguishable. He'd never even heard of swampfire, much
A boy comes to me with a spark of interest. I feed the spark and it becomes a flame. I feed the flame and it becomes a fire. I feed the fire and it becomes a roaring blaze.
Bloody flaming ashes
He fumed like a bottled storm.
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The starlight, which seemed strangely bright tonight, wasn't starlight at all. Instead, Lucifer's demons had gathered high in the firmament above. It was their eyes that shone like stars through the wildfire smoke.
She opened her hand, and a ball of fire blasted from it toward the cloudless sky of the Realm. It whirled above the Shifters, growing and stretching into a huge flaming disc. It moved down, forming a spinning inferno wall around them.
Warm fuzzies?"
"I don't do warm fuzzies."
Well, we can't win 'em all.
"I do scorching blazes," he muttered under his breath. "That sear you alive.
Wanton stars galloped neighing like unicorns in blue meadows.
I burned too bright. I saw too much.
And highlighted with bold streaks
A bolt from the blue.
Bee there Orr Bee A Rectangular Thyng
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
Storm returns with close-cropped hair the color of corn silk and a new swagger.
Rainbows. Very Macho! ~Leo Valdez
his hair gelled into badass spikes.
Snooty high heels.
...a single tongue of flame shooting out the side of the O'Learys' barn.
(Where the fire started)
Leaves in the light of red flames; the wind laughs out of golden clouds.
Lights twinkled in little casements; which lights, as the casements darkened, and more stars came out, seemed to have shot up into the sky instead of having been extinguished
A flame burns brightest just before it goes out.
The cunning livery of hell.
Like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker.
iconoclastically.
snakelike hiss, undulating,
Blazing across the sky? Or did he dream using the few
as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest.
True glory is a flame lighted at the skies.
Who rant by note, and through the gamut rage; in songs and airs express their martial fire; combat in trills, and in a fugue expire.
Zigzag... don't bunch up. Weave like a drunk on New Year's... Got it?
Relaxed, I lit a spliff.
In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.
Saturnine, with thin arched brows above large eyes as black and
anglepoise lamp.
How oft, - be witness, Guardian of our days! ... The sky besprinkled o'er with rainbow hues, As if angelic wings had wanton'd there; ...
You should wear flames more often. They suit you.
Sparks are warm while they last.
Trying to straighten the question mark!
Tonight the sun has died like an Emperor ... great scarlet arcs of silk ... saffron ... green ... crimson ... and the blaze of Venus to remind one of the absolute and the infinite ... and along the lower rim of beauty lay the hard harsh line of the hills ...
Do not the Rays which differ in Refrangibility differ also in Flexibity; and are they not by their different Inflexions separated from one another, so as after separation to make the Colours in the three Fringes above described? And after what manner are they inflected to make those Fringes?
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
Flash grenades - a weapon used in China. Ingrid shivered as Cy's comments suddenly made sense. Chinatown was so close. She was so close to the Chinese, to Lee and Jiao. So close, and so oblivious. Despite
Desire blazed, passion raged.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.
My eyes are not sparkly! I'm not a sparkly sort of girl ... I go around with dirty knees and slay dragons in my spare time, for the love of ... oh!
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.
Like rays of glory from heaven, piercing the dusty gloom of the church, making each airborne mote shine like a star.
He danced like a grasshopper on fire,
I like things bright.
Running like a bunny with his tail on fire.
Miles above the Earth we know , Fancy's rocket roars. Below, Here and Now are needles which Sew a pattern black as pitch, Waiting for the rocket's light.
a madman's line of fire.
a handful of crumpled stars
Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.
Above our heads, the stars flare and glitter and flash: thousands and thousands of them, so many thousands they look like snowflakes whirling away into the inky dark.
His legs were still crossed, and his bulge sat atop his crossed thighs, so large it seemed to be taunting her, [...].
"My eyes are up here, you know," Elbryn said in amusement.
Embracing the Light
Collected bits of truth
Shimmering sparks
Shards of light
Merge
Healing
Restoring
Bursting Bright
Rising
in divine ecstatic flame.
Like the small flame of a match to a cigarette, Rudolf's fury lit the crumpled edge of his German soul.
Life is squinchy.