| Central - WCE |
| Stares | doun, giein nae hint o whit i |
| Central - LAL |
Wha struts, an' | stares | , an' a' that, |
| Doric - DOR |
she knits, she reads, | stares | at the fire, but he's nae thr |
| Central - GLA |
tevie. Ye sayin hello?’ Ged | stares | right through me. Ah’m stil |
| Central - LAL |
and turnt stane cald | stares | on him. |
| Central - LAL |
time he looks away fae me and | stares | at a patch on the downie cove |
| Doric - ABN |
rds wie his grey-blue een and | stares | at the widden table. |
| Doric - DOR |
Aabody turns and | stares | at ye. Justin smirtles. |
| Central - WCE |
As the blaud | stares | blankly back in yer face, |
| Central - GLA |
He | stares | wae that blank expression oan |
| Central - GLA |
He | stares | intae the middle distance, oo |
| Central - SEC |
defeated dug. He | stares | up at me and gees me a Soft w |
| Central - GLA |
n gravity pullin at me, an he | stares | right intae the core ay ma be |
| Central - SEC |
atter. Her heid comes up. She | stares | oot, richt at him. Tom kens s |
| Doric - ABN |
back doon and watch him as he | stares | into space – there’s some |
| Central - GLA |
windaes. Mibbe ah deserve the | stares | but mibbe it's ma stepda that |
| Central - GLA |
ow’s yer Granda, kid?’ He | stares | oot the windae tae the street |
| Central - GLA |
e conduct oor business?’ he | stares | at me, incredulous. |
| Central - EDN |
Dougie | stares | at me withoot blinkin ‘’A |
| Central - SEC |
s famous Charles Manson death | stares | . That wis the hing wae ae him |
| Central - SEC |
less comment that draws death | stares | fae ith me and Craig. |
| Central - SEC |
replaced wae pin-point death | stares | aimed firmly in ma direction. |
| Central - DUN |
evil | stares | , an wipe meh erse we auld |
| Central - DUN |
ane o they evil | stares | in thi mirror. |
| Central - SEC |
Sebastian | stares | wary intae ma eyes. Before he |
| Central - LAL |
She taks them frae him an | stares | at them for a while. |
| Central - GLA |
Ma maw turns roon an | stares | at me. The priest's stoapped |
| Doric - MNA |
Janet sighs an | stares | it 'Coronation Street' playin |
| Central - GLA |
Scanlon | stares | him doon an its hard tae say |
| Central - GLA |
Its ears prick up an it | stares | at me, forlornly, wae its big |
| Central - SEC |
My mere facade juist | stares | ; w' its maim and scar |
| Central - GLA |
ow me?’ ah sais but he just | stares | oot the windae an puts his ha |
| Central - GLA |
how but the dozy bastart just | stares | at me. |
| Central - WCE |
Glassily | stares | at a startled Barn Owl; |