Six Feet Under
I'm knocking on the wooden lid now. the sound is thick. there's a lot of dirt. shit. i'm knocking on it now. "hello?" i call. hopefully, someone out there hears me. "hello?!" i call, louder this time. "please! somebody!"
Scars Ch. 9
Tonya only smirks and picks up the wooden sword and hands it to me, i take the wooden sword and drop it. "i don't want that stupid thing! i want the real one!" tonya let's out a loud laugh. "you want an actual sword?!" tonya asks, surprised and amused.
Lesson in Desire
I toke all of this in with muted wonder as i had to stop every once and awhile to peer at the small framed photographs lining the wall with islandic wooden frames.
Rubbery Brush Strokes
Shoving a wooden pole into one of the many gaps, artemis tried to hold the blasted thing steady and instead sent it falling backward.
Raiders of the Lost Clothing
"well, the first things that's gonna happen is that wooden frame up there is going to drop and block off the door. so i'll get into position to grab that if you grab the statue. after that, we run."
Making up...
Chair resting his paws on the wooden table waiting for his coffee to be brung out to him.he ordered a mocha and a blue berry muffin and as i brought it to him from the counter to the wooden table i stopped for a second noticing he looked beautiful i step
Kicking in the Brown Door
Zeke kept a paw on the wooden structure, with the other arm trying to fight off mathe. his shouts became hoarse and wordless.
Tails of Aginvault, Chapter Two; Farfleet
A few moments later, a pretty young ursine woman, maybe 20 or so years old, brought them both large wooden bowls of stew and a wooden tankard of ale. she smiled sweetly at jace as she set his food down. "enjoy," she said, her voice soft and shy.
CH1: A Couple of Really Bad Witches
A silence falls upon the wooden cabin as urmine continues to stir. a quaint cabin filled with all manner of oddities. jars containing strange misshapen organic things stuffed the wooden shelves that lined near every wall.
Second Chances - Chapter 16
I could just barely make out the wooden and steel beams of the bridge ahead of me. the breeze was colder as i passed beyond the tree line.
Minimum Wage Wrestling #6
Jack tries to continue his offense but gets met with a sudden dropkick to the chest that sent him back into a pile of wooden palettes. "ugh! gah!"
A Hatchling's Day
It was a wooden span with a simple arch to it, covered with a gently sloped roof to keep the sun and the rain off those who crossed it.