Ooooh, wow.
Those are cool, dude.
Totally different, yeah?
Really neat. I love this:
The milky smoke churned above his head as he entered the room, a school of silver fish frightened of a predator; fast switching and doubling back of direction.
That's just spiff.

Xander pressed his lips against the pale flesh, cold as stone and soft as February snow.
And that's so pretteh...
Nice, dude, very nice.
:)