The Jam Jar
Dylan leaned forward almost conspiratorially, his eyes wide, his ears slightly splayed, and he stage-whispered, "there once was an old badger who kept the universe in a jam jar below his basement stairs..." \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* _ &
Friendly's New Friend - Chapter Two
"it's just a little spider, timothy" chuckled friendly, reaching for a jam jar and trapping the spider underneath it.
Keston and his reprieve p2
He hoped up onto a chair and took a plate before taking a few slices of toast and the jam jar, "good boy" she said in a motherly tone as she turned back to preparing him and his fathers lunches.
Fish and Lilypad
The jam jar is a porthole, the hose into the tap hole is the breathing tube." "what!" screamed sam, "not on my watch." the commotion caused a dull thud inside the barrel to be heard, before fish appeared rubbing her head with a hoof.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 48
He felt like a tiny pup caught with his hand in the jam jar, pushed to the brink of tears just by his father's stern gaze. "luke, i understand what you're doing, and i am not mad at you, all right? i promise you, _i am not mad_.
A Change of Circumstance: Part 4
"doctor watson arrives at two-twenty-one-b baker street and as he enters the home of sherlock holmes, sees his old friend spreading lemon curd from a jam jar over a woman's backside and private parts."
(F/F, wolf and possum) Not Quite Ready Yet
Sandra didn't know a thing about cars, curse her femme nature (and yes, she did like when morgan opened the jam jar for her), but she loved hearing about them anyway. when morgan wasn't repairing them, she was collecting them.
Something to tell you
Nonetheless it was still better than jar jar, or jam jar as he had occasionally been called at school. he grabbed a plate and poured out the contents of this evening's culinary delight onto it.
Thri Another Day
Jeril licked his lips, watching as kireza dipped the knife into the jam jar once again and this time spread it all over his shaft, taking the time to cover it completely. jeril cleared his throat and grinned.
Dear Diary: The Interview
Now all that remained between me and yet another unrewarding interview was a posh looking schnauzer who kept flicking his hair in a decidedly camp manner, and a nervous looking otter who seemed fervently interested in polishing her jam-jar spectacles.
Sugar Wasp
\>the heat you felt earlier just seems to melt away under the water drying off and tossing on some pajamas you go to say goodnight \>she's already curled up on the living room couch, it looks like she fished that jam jar
A Hero's Reward
A little jam jar, may not have healing properties but it can warm ya up, being out all day in the freezing cold doesn't sound like a fun activity.”