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Billy, in one of his nice new sashes, Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes; Now, although the room grows chilly, I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.
The comfort was peculiarly chilling.
Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost.
Mr. Snagsby, as a timid man, is accustomed to cough with a variety of expressions, and so to save words.
Better a snotty child, then his nose wip'd off.
No air, no balloons!
I didn't mean to snore in your ear, but I wanted to inhale all of what was wrapped up in the comforter with me.
In your anger, zip your lips!
Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.
A wall of heat. The furnace had to be turned up almost to eighty,
Breathing is underrated.
A flatterers throat is an open Sepulcher.
Dust billowed around us, creeping under our loose-tied handkerchiefs and into our noses and mouths. It was fine and silty, red as ochre or the brush-tailed fox,
I can't find my breath.
If I sneezed, writers' vitals would spew out my nose like bats from a cave mouth, fiery balls from a roman candle, water from an open fire hydrant.
My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.
There is a chill where warmth moved out.
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
Mouth sewn shut. Eyelids sewn shut. I forgot myself. The wind inside. Everything shut, and the wind inside.
Sit. You've just been soundly kissed. No doubt you're short of breath.
I am breathless, hopeless, and consumed. I now know that I am between balloons.
There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all.
There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.
Let me cradle myself back Into the darkness Of the half shapes ... Of the cauled beginnings ... Let me stir the attar of unused air, Elusive ... ironically fragrant As a dead queen's kerchief ... Let me blow the dust from off you ... Resurrect your breath Lying limp as a fan In a dead queen's hand.
Numb, I took the perfectly browned puff. Okay. Let me see if I have this right. Al provokes me into defending myself. I nearly kill him. Then Newt tries to kill me, thinking I'm Ku'Sox. Al stops her, saving my life. And now we're all going to have s'mores together?
I would never say snog. I would say osculate. She looks at me as if to say: why do you exist?
the room was enveloped in copious amounts of smoke,
I was torturing the fire, giving it life, and snuffing it out.
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Your toaster's a puff.
contemptuous cough
Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?
Bloody flaming ashes
Big F took out a small box, unwrapped
Can I even complicate your breathing?
My mother inhaled.
Snuffy and the Bull is one of several short stories from a time in our history which has been woven into the quilt of America and found within the eclectic tapestry of our culture.
I inhaled shakily, my lungs burning.
tightly, without
Soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw
Girls, don't suffocate your father. He's had a long trip." "Don't listen to your mother, just this once. You can suffocate me all you like.
I felt tears coming and for some reason, buried my head in Iain's chest. It was firm and muscled and he smelt so wonderful.
I realised what I was doing and pulled away, but a big string of snot hung between my nose and his shirt pocket.
She fell asleep like a flame being extinguished.
Kind pity chokes my spleen.
expelled from the garden.
Buttered, I lie on my single bed, flat, like a piece of toast. I
I might suffocate you tonight with a pillow, Kingsley said
Hell-bent on extinguishing
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
Fill me I'm cold. Fill me I'm half way gone.
Would you crush me in the stairwell?
Could we just lie down?
Okay, everyone, now inhale ... and then dehale!
Bone and gristle of his nose crunch. He raised
The air scored his throat on each breath like crushed glass.
A man you've had to conceal in some unsatisfactory hiding place, who then begins to snore.
C'mon on down to the Whiff and Spit; snuff it up and cough it out, Lewis chanted, giving it a catchy rhythem.
Safe word is Pickle
tissues, crumpled baby
let out a breath I didn't know I was holding
I could tell she was snooty. If she leaned her head back any further, her nostrils would act as teacups.
Burned over water.
pressed. I felt very slobbish next
stuck in their belly like Jonah.
It was comparable to getting sick from bad ventilation
Mouldy blanket? ALBUS
You're suffocating me! I hate you! Hate!
Today the man looked a bit . . . chewed. No, humans wouldn't say "chewed." Frazzled. Was that the human equivalent?
Is there a rug?' she asked, hanging fire.
'Nay. The sins burnin' in yer marrow will keep yer warm.
She fell asleep like that, wrapped in warmth.
Wrapped in Jay.
Spare your breath to cool your porridge.
I took a rant-sized breath.
When the lives of the unborn are snuffed out, they often feel pain, pain that is long and agonizing.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
The tannoy is crackling but I can only hear heavy breathing and snuffling.
...
Uh-oh, the tannoy is crackling again.
Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen, I momentarily lost hold of my pie.
I can't believe I've let you in, and now here I am telling you that I'm suffocating in here.
Never has my flabber been so completely gasted.
Substantiate or suffocate, Ms. Vetra. Mickey's ticking.
Sneezes pent but set like traps, the boys crouched, stood, lay sweating a cool and constant brine.
Before he could take a clear breath, another blast of oxygen left to rot burrowed down his nose and throat. Looking
I am not snotty!" I nearly yelped.
He leaned back on his elbows, a wicked smile on his face. "Please.The first day I met you,you practically had a layer of permafrost covering you.
Did a bloody Griever come out and ask for a snog?
Pull love closely around you
and snuggle into its bliss.
The muffling blanket would fall over my thoughts.
I feel like I'm a big human snot.
When the silence gets warmer, the fart has been released
Unfurl your muscles. Slip off your skin. Drop your guts in a heap on the floor."
I felt my airway constrict. Damn, this was profound. I continued. "Nuzzle inside the hollow of my bones. Let our breaths mingle as one. Turn liquid for me. Only for me. Bury your essence inside of my soul.
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time ... until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.
You were supposed to be keeping an eye on the place," Donegan said.
"I was," Gracious yawned.
"You were asleep."
"I was resting my eyes."
"You were snoring."
"I was exercising my lungs.
A creature cloistered now by deliberate choice and still in the throes of enforced apprenticeship to, rather than voluntary or even acquiescent participation in, breathing
You breathe nonstop, like a marathon runner, but it doesn't help.
Inhale sky. Exhale stars.
I took several deep gulps of air, which filled my lungs, and it was as if each pore on my skin had absorbed some of his musk.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.
You snore."
"I don't!"
"Only a little. Very ladylike snores. I found them charming.
I promise to keep her secure. Then I took two large wads a candle wax, kneaded them into earplugs, and stuff them into my ears. Annabeth nodded sarcastically, letting me know the air plugs are a real fashion statement. I made a face at her ...
Dr. Wintermute beheld Mrs. Pinchbeck befeathered, beribboned, crinolined, corseted, frizzled, and festooned, though not wasted.
It was like shoveling smoke.
Trantulus casually roasted a marshmallow and reached out for it but the marshmallow commited sucide and dived into the flames.
Like a drowning man with a Styrofoam cooler.
She'd bottled herself up like a person already cremated.
She burnt like a dead white star.