Blue Shift, Chapter 1
The rabbit strained to see, stumbling forwards from the ever-present tug of the larger hand on hers, until suddenly she found herself turned with her back forced against one of the concrete walls of the alleyway.
Atonement Chapter III - Sins
The colt had almost reached his goal, hanging onto a pillar as he lay on the concrete beside the car. he had pocketed my keys, and the passenger door was open.
Blood Red: Chapter Nine: Old Faces (part 3)
Even enough to stagger his body; his head was the only thing that moved even slightly, his muzzle distended and bleeding as he spat out more of his thick blood and managed a grin, beginning to spread his legs out slowly, his claws scratching through the concrete
Macro Tyler March #8 - Kaijuification
The next time it slammed into the concrete it didn't just shatter it; the tail smashed a long furrow into the hardened floor like it were little more than sand.
Not The Best Babysitter - Ending, Gore
The kit's padded feet scrambled against the concrete helplessly. his little fingers feebly attempted to pry wex's fingers from his face. wex hurled the boy into a concrete alcove under the bridge. sammy smacked against the wall. he squealed in pain.
An End of an Era
Green spaces scattered throughout, like patches of moss on a concrete wall, expanded surreptitiously - a root here, a tendril there.
End of an Era
Green spaces scattered throughout, like patches of moss on a concrete wall, expanded surreptitiously - a root here, a tendril there.
Blackie - a dream
The roads surface was often broken by grass and young trees peeking from under the concrete and tar. i was walking down a street. it was the middle area between the center and the suburbs - 2-3-floor high buildings...
This growth supplement is a whole dinosaur (Korboryn and Santo comm)
concrete cracked like close peals of thunder. buildings shuddered. foundations trembled. and khan _grew._ and santo _squealed._ this was exactly what he had wanted.
Stalker
It was a small concrete room. a tattered couch was flipped over in the center of the room, and a smashed lamp was lying on its side in a large end table. a darkened room was on the far wall.
Fear
The sound of something being dragged along open brickwork or perhaps the very concrete ground upon which she was standing, bound, helpless and naked.
Not Another One of Those Days
I point down. " "the concrete's not a pillow. just thought you should know." * * * i don't know if there has, or ever will be, a time i so loved to see the front step of my shitty home.