The Inside Fox: Part 2
Over at the food counter, there was mushy slop and high-fibre porridge in the heated tray and more palatable solid food. "see that porridge stuff? that's what they feed us each morning.
The Inside Fox: Part 1
The black wolf was making porridge on the stove. the fox was capable of holding back his regular bowel movements for a day or two, even with the wolves feeding him their ultra-fibre breakfasts.
A Fox Dominated
A healthy breakfast of porridge and prunes will help loosen him up," said dilan. "i don't see you add anything stronger into your patient's breakfast. are you sure it will work?" asked the wolf.
Rigs At Night
Frank now takes the item back out of the microwave, it looks like hot porridge. he sets it down in front of ardex with a plastic spoon. "here, don't need you sneezing over everything." "err, thanks."
If Autumn is to Come - Beta Preview 020518
An old bowl of leftover porridge from the morning was better than anything he might've scraped up from the dirt in the forest.
Goldenmane Chapter VI: Personal Protective Equipment.
Agent Colt stepped out of his boss's office, his face still burning with barely suppressed shame. His mood was not improved by the sight awaiting him outside the executive suite on level 9. "Right you are sir. Time for us to head to the basement...
Going Home p. 1-30
Inker preferred salted porridge and brown bread with butter and honey. ansel looked to be another porridge-eater, but he was spooning sugar on top, and there was a lake of hot milk around the edges.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 101
_ he screamed at himself, but he was rooted to the spot, frozen in place, listening to that oddly rhythmic sound of the wind blowing along the tarps, sprinkling snow over the dark brown surface like a smidge of sugar onto porridge.
Camping
And they never got to eat their porridge, so they're hungry, too. and when they go into the bedroom - there's the girl! sleeping in the little bear's bed like she owns the place! and you wanna know what happens next?" "go on."
Shau'i - Chapter 7 – Life of fear
At midday, after a short and lunch of some special vitamin porridge i was due for the rifle range, lying in the scorching sun or bitter cold with a gun, trying to hit targets.
The Riders
Pulling on my tunic, i walked into the kitchen the smell of freshly baked porridge. "hey jarule, hungry," mother asked. "yes, mom," i said. "do you know what day it is," she asked. "the twenty fifth of the twelfth month," i said.
The Bound Ones Final Draft: Life After Death
He had eaten sloppily, porridge only half-gone, and some lumps of it scattered around the bowl. he leaned over his meal, one hand on the floor, head swaying, serpentine.