How to use Its in a sentence
He could hear its footsteps.
Something was pushing its way through the bushes.
Being in front carried its responsibilities.
If they give me plenty of it I'll not complain about its color.
She reached out and put her hand over the ring, stopping its infernal winking.Advertisement
He saw its shaggy head and big round eyes.
The rear end of the car danced sideways, bouncing like a horse kicking up its heels.
Ridges of sparkling white sand surrounded the camp like a sleeping dragon, soaking heat from the sun - resting now so it could spit its fiery breath at them later in the day.
In answer to her response, his kiss lost its hesitancy and became ardent.
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She shoved the book back into its place and gave the shelf a last swipe, curbing her tongue as she dismounted the chair.
A long oak table graced the center of the room, its ten carved chairs at attention.
Then our country will be rid of all its unwelcome visitors.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
It would be an excellent opportunity to get out of this house with its unpleasant memories.Advertisement
The bay stumbled slightly and he patted its neck.
I place my hand on the hand of the speaker so lightly as not to impede its movements.
He picked up a newspaper and snapped it open, his attention instantly captured by something he found in its crinkled pages.
He could hear its heavy breathing.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.Advertisement
He could see its shadow as he peeped out through the clusters of leaves.
The black car sat outside the building with its trunk open.
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At last, however, the sea, as if weary of its new toy, threw me back on the shore, and in another instant I was clasped in my teacher's arms.
The burning of Smolensk and its abandonment made an epoch in his life.Advertisement
A police car raced by with its siren screaming.
There is some of the same fitness in a man's building his own house that there is in a bird's building its own nest.
The regiment fluttered like a bird preening its plumage and became motionless.
Thanks to the strictness and assiduity of its commander the regiment, in comparison with others that had reached Braunau at the same time, was in splendid condition.
If the noble awistocwacy of the pwovince of Moscow thinks fit, it can show its loyalty to our sov'weign the Empewah in other ways.Advertisement
The unreaped corn was scorched and shed its grain.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle her breast.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
One of the mules bared its teeth at him.Advertisement
He fired at another figure trying to force its way into the circle.
She took the tin from his hand and opened its hinged lid.
She took its arm and helped him up.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
He leaped from his hiding place and clasped it round its neck.Advertisement
We cannot only see our enemy but have deconstructed it to its very core.
It has 4,000,000K of memory—once again, a thousandfold increase over its predecessor.
Its social good, on average, is $2,000 a pan.
History has rendered its judgment on such matters.
In a word, every study had its obstacles.Advertisement
Under the most splendid house in the city is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth.
Only now in the stillness of the night, reading it by the faint light under the green shade, did he grasp its meaning for a moment.
Napoleon, after making the Cossack a present, had him set free like a bird restored to its native fields.
And she recalled in all its detail the night at Bald Hills before he had the last stroke, when with a foreboding of disaster she had remained at home against his will.
Not one of the plans Nicholas tried succeeded; the estate was sold by auction for half its value, and half the debts still remained unpaid.Advertisement
Even though her skin now had a healthy tan, the sun was doing its best to burn it.
It darted back toward her, and she scrambled to get out of its path, tossing sand at it.
A few minutes later another horse came by, its hooves clattering loudly above them.
What we need to make its parts—iron ore to make steel, rubber to make tires, sand to make glass, petroleum to make plastics—is generally a few cents' worth of raw materials.
A genetically engineered tree that converts sunlight into fuel and then pumps the fuel through its roots to where it is needed.
They are able to produce widgets for ten cents, putting the Dollar Widget Company (with its unfortunate name) out of business.
Its windows will darken at your command; its air will be automatically purified.
Once a nation shows its willingness to seize foreign-owned property at will, foreign investors are reluctant to do business there again.
In its most basic form (which I'll discuss here for simplification's sake), it is a guarantee of a minimum income above the poverty line for every citizen.
I describe these three situations because each, in its own way, illustrates how I think the future will play out regarding income and wealth.
While agriculture itself is a technology, it is, in its most basic form, extremely low tech.
China pulled out all the stops, dividing its farmland into about twenty-five thousand collective farms with an average of five thousand households each.
The Internet is still in its adolescence.
Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
Bordeaux had been leading the horse along the ravine to spare its hooves, but it had been a risk that hadn't paid off.
Bordeaux cupped a hand over its muzzle, silencing the horse.
The woman in his arms went still as he pressed its edge to her throat.
The other demon had clamped its teeth around its leg and dragged it out of the doorway.
Before this crowned Gargoyle had recovered himself Zeb had wound a strap several times around its body, confining its wings and arms so that it could not move.
The Sawhorse stopped at the same time and stared at the other with its queer protruding eyes, which were mere knots in the log that formed its body.
Its wooden legs moved so fast that their twinkling could scarcely be seen, and although so much smaller than the cab-horse it covered the ground much faster.
Back in the old days (the 1980s), you only had data—say, the Yellow Pages with its list of restaurants.
They would say, If government is obligated to protect its citizens from a foreign invader, then it is obligated to protect them from a criminal.
Some stocks reliably pay dividends, portions of a corporation's profits paid out in cash to its shareholders.
The right is inseparable from its possessor.
Notable examples exist, but the flow of history in this regard has rendered its verdict.
If someone writes a book in one country, does another country enforce the copyright within its borders?
So while such an attack and its aftermath would not derail our eventual arrival at the next golden age, it quite possibly would delay it.
The soil, it appears, is suited to the seed, for it has sent its radicle downward, and it may now send its shoot upward also with confidence.
If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly astonish those who know nothing about it.
Such then was its nature.
Even when cleft or bored through it is not comprehended in its entireness.
In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat-Geeta, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
It is wonderful how rapidly yet perfectly the sand organizes itself as it flows, using the best material its mass affords to form the sharp edges of its channel.
Her beautiful eyes glanced askance at her husband's face, and her own assumed the timid, deprecating expression of a dog when it rapidly but feebly wags its drooping tail.
Tall and stout, holding high her fifty-year-old head with its gray curls, she stood surveying the guests, and leisurely arranged her wide sleeves as if rolling them up.
That was its value to him.
They were stuck in its wires.
What we call "heart disease" will become hundreds of individual conditions each with its own cause and, hopefully, cure.
All scientific material from the past is making its way online.
Its greatest value cannot be hauled off.
That said, it also has its plus side.
Maybe you don't think this deserves its own point.
The government operating in its correct role is instrumental to civilization.
The benefits of civilization—from wealth to individual liberty and self-determination, from better health to safety and peace—all outweigh what its proponents can offer.
It was Homer's requiem; itself an Iliad and Odyssey in the air, singing its own wrath and wanderings.
Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.
A bird sits on the next bough, life-everlasting grows under the table, and blackberry vines run round its legs; pine cones, chestnut burs, and strawberry leaves are strewn about.
Such is the color of its iris.
Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died--blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring.
But this small village, germ of something more, why did it fail while Concord keeps its ground?
He would perhaps have placed alder branches over the narrow holes in the ice, which were four or five rods apart and an equal distance from the shore, and having fastened the end of the line to a stick to prevent its being pulled through, have passed the slack line over a twig of the alder, a foot or more above the ice, and tied a dry oak leaf to it, which, being pulled down, would show when he had a bite.
Is not the hand a spreading palm leaf with its lobes and veins?
He now felt ashamed of his speech with its constitutional tendency and sought an opportunity of effacing it.
Another man says the locomotive moves because its wheels go round.
Its legs were long and lean and its head was held low, ears erect.
Her face didn't loose its warmth and she gnawed at her lower lip.
The tension was paying its toll in another way.
A rabbit writhed in its claws, screaming in terror.
Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
If you opened the place up to tourists, the ranch would lose its purity... but it seems such a waste.
The baby was half his and he should be sharing equally in its financial needs.
The small kitchen showed signs of its past life, before the addition of a modern sink and electric stove.
Its mission statement is to demand transparency after a crime is committed and to assure all efforts to nail the guilty party are being pursued.
The Buick with its stolen plates turned up in the San Diego Airport parking lot wiped clean.
At one time, a hotel, accommodating a hundred guests and stable for seventy-five horses, adorned its slopes.
My other venture, After, has registered its first major success.
It's a shame I don't have a little princess to lay to rest along its pristine shore.
Though I wouldn't have believed it two weeks ago, peace of sorts prevails at Econ Scrutiny and with the lives of its employees.
I told him we were trying to trace the electric bike by its model but asked about checking hospitals.
The gangly youth before him had dyed his hair from platinum back to its natural color of black.
Jonny snatched the vamp by its neck and slammed it down to the table.
The vamp whose neck he held had a look of horror on its face, and the air around them buzzed with magic.
She willed the magic to hit its target.
While the town was bursting at its seams for tomorrow's holiday, the side street where the Deans' inn was located was peacefully quiet.
I hereby bequeath to you my shopping cart and all its contents.
The level of interest everyone is showing in some remote acreage is all out of whack, given its questionable value.
The parade, with its smiles, applause, and balloons, was over in a half hour.
A tow truck had already arrived and its flashing lights competed with a half dozen others while at least a dozen people moved about, with most of their activity directed downward.
The Jeep was upside down, on its roll bar.
As the sun climbed over the mountains, it spread its glow across the snow still nestled in the cracks and crevices above him.
He sprinted, geared down, and just lolled along, experimenting with his body's reaction to the various phases and ultimately pleased with its response to his multiple tests.
The couple strolled down Seventh Street to the bridge that crossed the Uncompahgre River as it spilled its way down from the mountains.
The bear cried out and stood on its hind legs, bawling at him.
If its contents were like the reports she'd seen in the past, it would be full medical nonsense.
She shivered, as much from the warm current working its way through her body as the cold ocean breeze.
It cannot purposely kill its mate.
The phone was ringing from its place in his jeans pocket.
Beyond its yawning mouth, she saw what looked like yellow doorways glowing.
Deidre watched him retrieve his sword and replace it in its sheath.
She put her cell phone on its charger and explored the house, admiring his taste in everything from furniture to paintings to simple décor.
Its edges were gilded with gold marking a lazy geometric design across the marble.
Its tongue flickered out as it rolled the human.
Gently, the healer began its trade.
It stood and retrieved small blue pellets from its bed, offering them to her.
Its snugness drew her eyes to his crotch and lean thighs.
It flashed, silver glinting off its graceful curve.
She crawled over him and snatched it, wiping its blade on her clothes before she hesitated.
At least, that was her first impression of the eight- by-eight room with its steel-framed bed, simple mattress, and no furniture.
The room was warm and cozy, its walls done up in dark lacquered wood, the warm glow of chandeliers non- imposing.
She froze at the cultured voice with its rich accent, knowing the woman at the nearest table spoke about her.
Its back reached her shoulder, and it moved with restrained, lethal power.
He clenched the pouch with its gems.
Rhyn tossed the demon against the wall with enough power to break its back.
He sensed the demon.s pain behind its attempt at a chipper tone.
Kiera lay on the bed an hour after Evelyn left, staring at the white ceiling with its brightly corded edges.
Trickling water circled the oasis, its source a small spring in the center.
The conference room behind it was large and open, its ceiling cathedral and one wall twice the height of the others.
A'Ran retrieved one sword from its stand, flipped it in the air, and caught the blade.
Each one has its own specific codes and specifications.
Its exterior shields were disarmed and he'd disabled the communications capability.
The world and its people will take time to heal.
The dust emitted from mining the ore was poisonous in its raw state.
I don't care about Qatwal or destroying its people.
But it'll take awhile, and in the meantime, Qatwal is on its own.
Each was nearly a copy of the others, unremarkable in its cold formality.
At first he feared it was a telephone until its uninterrupted sound told him otherwise.
The temperature was in the high teens but as the sun began its ascent it felt far warmer.
They both agreed to let the situation take its course now that Weller was involved.
Dean caught sight of its bearded driver who stared in the direction of the retreating woman.
This town sure likes its history.
Due to its location in the center of the building, there were no windows.
Dean began getting ready for bed; the day's skiing had taken its toll.
There was a pointed pic at the base of its handle.
Now, mostly bound to its banks by ice, the river looked much less menacing as it wound its way downward.
After a few minutes rest, they continued, first hearing, then seeing the waterfall and the reservoir from which the penstock first drew the water for its mile-long trip to town.
Yes, but think of the sleigh bells and the sound of the train coming in from Ridgway, clanking and hooting, and billowing its black smoke.
But this beautiful edifice was not my destination nor were its inhabitants my social equal.
I had slept little as Jerome Jones' band played its brass near till dawn at The Gold Belt.
I saw it, with its two round sacks tied tightly and men standing nearby with their hats off.
As he peddled downhill toward Ridgway, he could see the east side of the valley, exposed to the southern sun, had melted nearly clear of snow while across the valley, draped in shadow most of the day, the western slope retained almost all its recent covering.
He passed the recently restored Beaumont Hotel, a beautiful structure that after several decades of disuse and deterioration had finally been returned to its past glory.
Dean wondered if Annie Quincy had ever entered through its portals.
But the tomato, a berry grown out of its natural proportion by the fiddling of man, at least knew redness was its ultimate goal.
Dean did the same, hoping its eighteen inch girth was sufficient to secure the two damn fools who were testing it as their sole mooring against the natural forces of nature.
When the stopping jolt came, it nearly knocked the wind out of him with its abruptness, but he'd fallen only to the level of Shipton's knees.
She didn't move for four hours, yet her body slowly returned to its normal temperature.
He held her hand and returned it to its proper place.
Jackson deflected her foot inches away from its mark.
She pulled her hood up against its furious roar.
He took a bite of food, obviously savoring its flavor before he swallowed.
Will the Toggenburg kid develop markings like its mother when it matures?
What happened to its ears?
From the corner of her eye she saw the gray truck pushing a trail down the drive and dodged out of its path, completely forgetting about the stump hidden under the snow.
What are you doing running around here like a chicken with its head cut off?
He pushed away from the couch and sauntered over to the stove, holding his hands over its warmth.
The kid lay on its side, legs stretched out.
Carmen knelt beside it, ignoring the anxious mutterings of its mother.
The kid had been cleaned and its copper colored fur was still damp.
Her body continued its momentum down the hill and she fell, twisting so that she wouldn't fall on the kid.
Somewhere in the distance a meadowlark began its melodic whistle, and a hen sang industriously up by the house.
A huge white sycamore skeleton sprawled on the gravel beach, its bark long gone.
She jumped back and stared the dent in its side.
The Twelfth Army is on its way back from Europe.
It wasn't possible for four of them to be there while one was on its way up the mountain.
Four keypads gone with one making its way back to the command center.
One is on its way back, she told him.
Its size was camouflaged by the surrounding forest and technology.
Her body jerked, but its effects were immediate.
A pang of morality reared its ugly head.
The tower was in pieces, the building at its base a gaping crater.
With a wild neigh of terror the animal fell bodily into the pit, drawing the buggy and its occupants after him.
An instant later the Tiger crouched and launched its huge body through the air swift and resistless as a ball from a cannon.
The frightened fox scampered away as fast as it could; and Aristomenes followed, clinging to its tail.
Do this, or I will burn Rome and destroy all its people.
Just as he spoke, the ant lost its footing and fell to the ground.
The next minute it ran safely into its home, carrying its precious load.
He turned quickly and saw an eagle rising into the air with his moneybag in its claws.
People from all parts of the world sent to it, to tell it their troubles and get its advice.
Because its meaning has to be imputed, we have tended to describe it in terms of prior technologies—which, in many cases, understates its potential by many orders of magnitude.
Its end led directly to the Cold War, which consumed inconceivable amounts of money and almost pushed the world to the brink of nuclear devastation.
Every time you buy a book from Amazon, its employees use your data—information about what you did on their site in the privacy of your own home—to try to sell other people more products.
A few years later, with the United States again at war, most of its top medical minds were engaged in the war effort.
So if its person-to-person transmission can be interrupted, it truly can be eradicated from the planet.
In the century leading up to its extermination, smallpox killed about 500,000,000 people.
Around 430 BC, Athens, embroiled in the Second Peloponnesian War, endured three years of epidemics that wiped out a third of its inhabitants.
Its makers had not conceived bupropion hydrochloride as a drug to help people quit smoking.
Let's look at this from its beginning.
Once we have identified it, we can understand how it is going about doing its damage.
It boggles the mind, especially when you consider that this science is in its infancy.
If you had access to a library, its stock of medical books and journals was very small.
You could finance the entire government and its (hopefully) noble agenda, by this method alone.
The company should insure its workers because if uninsured workers end up in the ER, the burden falls on society, not the company.
Somebody else—actually, a lot of somebody elses—worked really hard for a long time to build the United States and its freedoms.
As technology enters its explosive period of growth, with the Internet and associated technologies flourishing in a Moore's-Law-like manner, it will create immense amounts of wealth.
So the problem must be that we have stretched the planet past its ability to feed its inhabitants, right?
This would be the case in a besieged city or a nation using the food supply to keep its citizenry in check.
If you love "Western medicine" and think all acupuncturists are "quacks," then you are not likely to heed (or even appreciate) your friend's well-meaning efforts to get you to drink your own urine for its health benefits.
This will produce extremely specific nutritional information for just you, will add years to your life, and will increase its quality as well.
And that fact is driven home by its generally low price in most locations.
Eventually, the pea was as large as its genetic potential allowed it to be.
Because of its reliability, agriculture will become more like an exact science.
Yet even given its unnaturalness, transgenesis is profoundly good.
As noted previously, in the future much of what you do will leave a Digital Echo, a record of its occurrence, down to the very minutia of your life.
How would it not find its way to the poorest regions of the earth?
Since its founding in 2005, Kiva has loaned out nearly a quarter of a billion dollars and is repaid almost 99 percent of the time.
Russia, obligated by treaty to defend Serbia, mobilized its army.
With Britain in the war, its colonies and dominions joined in as well.
When you have visited a place, you will find it harder to advocate its destruction.
The United States contributes much to this, including its movies, products such as iPhones, and websites such as Google, YouTube, Twitter, Amazon, and eBay.
British music is known and loved around the world, as is its comedy and royalty.
One might have expected to find YouTube making its cameo in the earlier "communication" section, but I deliberately moved it here.
I do not think the importance of YouTube lies in its role as a communication method nor as a fundamentally new means of distribution of media.
Civilization, like technology, also compounds over time, as do its benefits.
Disease is a problem of technology; thus, its solution will be technological.
What reasonable man ever supposed that ornaments were something outward and in the skin merely--that the tortoise got his spotted shell, or the shell-fish its mother-o'-pearl tints, by such a contract as the inhabitants of Broadway their Trinity Church?
What recommends commerce to me is its enterprise and bravery.
Sometimes one would circle round and round me in the woods a few feet distant as if tethered by a string, when probably I was near its eggs.
Even the sailor on the Atlantic and Pacific is awakened by his voice; but its shrill sound never roused me from my slumbers.
After hoeing, or perhaps reading and writing, in the forenoon, I usually bathed again in the pond, swimming across one of its coves for a stint, and washed the dust of labor from my person, or smoothed out the last wrinkle which study had made, and for the afternoon was absolutely free.
Yet a single glass of its water held up to the light is as colorless as an equal quantity of air.
It is well known that a large plate of glass will have a green tint, owing, as the makers say, to its "body," but a small piece of the same will be colorless.
Making another hole directly over it with an ice chisel which I had, and cutting down the longest birch which I could find in the neighborhood with my knife, I made a slip-noose, which I attached to its end, and, letting it down carefully, passed it over the knob of the handle, and drew it by a line along the birch, and so pulled the axe out again.
In order to see how nearly I could guess, with this experience, at the deepest point in a pond, by observing the outlines of a surface and the character of its shores alone, I made a plan of White Pond, which contains about forty-one acres, and, like this, has no island in it, nor any visible inlet or outlet; and as the line of greatest breadth fell very near the line of least breadth, where two opposite capes approached each other and two opposite bays receded, I ventured to mark a point a short distance from the latter line, but still on the line of greatest length, as the deepest.
Ice has its grain as well as wood, and when a cake begins to rot or "comb," that is, assume the appearance of honeycomb, whatever may be its position, the air cells are at right angles with what was the water surface.
The largest pond is as sensitive to atmospheric changes as the globule of mercury in its tube.
When the warmer days come, they who dwell near the river hear the ice crack at night with a startling whoop as loud as artillery, as if its icy fetters were rent from end to end, and within a few days see it rapidly going out.
The whole cut impressed me as if it were a cave with its stalactites laid open to the light.
What makes this sand foliage remarkable is its springing into existence thus suddenly.
The overhanging leaf sees here its prototype.
Its throes will heave our exuviae from their graves.
So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.
But the wind slides eastward over its opaque surface in vain, till it reaches the living surface beyond.
It is glorious to behold this ribbon of water sparkling in the sun, the bare face of the pond full of glee and youth, as if it spoke the joy of the fishes within it, and of the sands on its shore.
You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.
Where was the parent which hatched it, its kindred, and its father in the heavens?
The tenant of the air, it seemed related to the earth but by an egg hatched some time in the crevice of a crag;--or was its native nest made in the angle of a cloud, woven of the rainbow's trimmings and the sunset sky, and lined with some soft midsummer haze caught up from earth?
Its pleadings will not bear to be stereotyped.
If they attack our center we, having the center battery on this high ground, shall withdraw the left flank under its cover, and retreat to the dip by echelons.
Suddenly, however, he was struck by a voice coming from the shed, and its tone was so sincere that he could not but listen.
Here it is! was seen even on Prince Bagration's hard brown face with its half-closed, dull, sleepy eyes.
Count Rostov approved of this suggestion, appreciating its reasonableness.
She recalled her love for Prince Andrew in all its former strength, and at the same time felt that she loved Kuragin.
The actors of 1812 have long since left the stage, their personal interests have vanished leaving no trace, and nothing remains of that time but its historic results.
Like some huge many-limbed animal, the regiment began to prepare its lair and its food.
The war of 1812, besides its national significance dear to every Russian heart, was now to assume another, a European, significance.
The presence and remarks of Willarski who continually deplored the ignorance and poverty of Russia and its backwardness compared with Europe only heightened Pierre's pleasure.
It was seething in its depths.
His face again resumed its former stiff and cold expression.
A blissful bright smile was fixed on the baby's broad face with its toothless open mouth.
But in spite of much that was interesting and had to be discussed, the baby with the little cap on its unsteady head evidently absorbed all his attention.
As in every large household, there were at Bald Hills several perfectly distinct worlds which merged into one harmonious whole, though each retained its own peculiarities and made concessions to the others.
The questions put by these two kept the conversation from changing its ordinary character of gossip about the higher government circles.
In 1812 it reaches its extreme limit, Moscow, and then, with remarkable symmetry, a countermovement occurs from east to west, attracting to it, as the first movement had done, the nations of middle Europe.
But to know what can and what cannot be executed is impossible, not only in the case of Napoleon's invasion of Russia in which millions participated, but even in the simplest event, for in either case millions of obstacles may arise to prevent its execution.
The soldiers, of whom there are the most, form the lower section of the cone and its base.
But wherever it may turn there always will be the wave anticipating its movement.
She stared at the bath water, only mildly aware that it was losing its warmth.
Gradually winter released its grip and flowers erupted from the ground in celebration of spring.
Pulling back the covers on her bed, she slipped between the cool sheets and let exhaustion take its course.
A meadowlark pierced the silence with its sharp whistling song.
The fire flickered feebly, its passion curbed by time as well.
She dressed as the sun was sending its first rays through the bathroom window.
A hawk made a wide swing across the grassland and then suddenly dived, jerking up at the last second, its great wings straining as it pumped back into the air with added weight.
The hot chocolate did its job, but not until well after five o'clock.
I prefer not to cross state lines with my prizes, but Delaware is such a small state I'd left its boundary before I realized.
Let's say I'm passing on information but I'm close enough to vouch for its accuracy.
We considered letting nature take its course but we felt guilty in prolonging the family's agony.
We stumbled into an incredible gift that was bestowed on Howie and we couldn't live with ourselves or look at one another if we didn't embrace everything in our power to maximize its benefits.
Only Betsy was raised outside of New England and she easily bowed to our collective desires to remain within its six state bounds.
The paper is still touting its silly million dollar offer.
Her question startled me with its frankness.
He and I agreed it would operate totally on its own, unaware of our operation.
I was growing to love this town, with its simple history, proud of its old homes and field stone fences, telling the world it was a place worth staying.
I glanced out in time to see it moving with its headlights off.
I dropped to the ground as he yanked the phone from its base and flung it across the room.
Behind him, to the far right, I could see the front door was off its hinges, wrested to a strange angle.
Prior to its construction, a school bus could only pass over it empty, necessitating the children to alight, walk, and rejoin their transportation of the far side.
I wasn't sure if the Pace Arrow motor home had vacated its site or simply was out for an afternoon jaunt.
I didn't know what to think when that police car rolled up with its lights blazing.
If I hadn't taken time to apply my sleeping solution to the rag, I'd have been in the process of taking them just as that police car with its flashing lights came rolling up!
As we braked to a stop, an ambulance pulled forward, its lights ablaze.
In desperation, I turned on the tape recorder which had run to its end.
She retreated to the couch and sat on its arm.
I found pieces of DNA on its teeth.
He thinks its weaponry or something.
The storm was beautiful and terrifying in its paralyzed fury.
His eyes turned black, fathomless, and she knew whatever creature possessed the human body was loosening its grip on its powers.
The wind snapped free of its bonds, nearly tearing her from his grip with its first gust.
The world continued in its delayed movement, and they turned to watch the battling duo.
She opened her hand to reveal its contents, a marble.
The window overlooked the neighboring mountain, coated in white with clouds clinging to its peak.
The magic is at its strongest between dusk and midnight.
He couldn't yet understand the magic in his veins, unleashed by the vamp without any explanation of its depths.
Jule took her hand and led her through the large log house with its earthy décor.
The horse's eyes opened, and it lifted its muzzle over the top of the railing.
She rubbed its forehead and leaned forward to touch its neck, marveling at how soft its hair was.
Everything was overturned or shredded, from the furniture to the bookshelves to the TV lying on its face.
One of the monsters pulled off its head to reveal a man.
He put on his hood last and tucked its edges into his sweater.
He opened the windows, which did little to shed light into the stone room with its masculine, black décor.
No one could find Damian's HQ unless they were on the guest list, or one of his Guardians revealed its location.
They entered a large neighborhood and drove the same few blocks a few times before stopping in front of a large adobe hacienda walled off from its neighbors.
He opened the box to reveal a man's platinum signet ring with the half-moon, half-sun, and arrow symbol neatly carved on its head.
The path wound its way downward, dumping them into a draw far enough away to be safe.
A look around her bedchamber with its black, stone walls, ceiling and floor revealed nothing remotely edible.