Serval and Sheep (Chapter 1)
The crinkly aluminum skin gives way to the strawberry-flavored flesh of the bar, but the pink grains are swiftly torn away by the serval's large fangs.
Office Bird
Dark wood panels made up the walls, and touching the grains- **smelling ** the grains- she was surprised to find it was real.
Of Wolves and Foxes, Chapter 1
A small transport zipped at high speeds over an endless sea of grain. from the ground the mid-sized bullet z350 was just that: a five meter long silver bullet racing across the sky at just under the speed of sound.
Queen Kaliendra - The Official Biography
Plus, the grain that comes from rishdel, one of the major exporters of grains to abun, must pass through the zonizan territory.
Heartkeeper: Chapter 1
Every bit of grain i took was food from that horse, and that horse served a family that needed it to plow the fields. my death served humans by stopping my theft, and leaving the grain for the horse.
Suck Dick at Sunset
It was a fuzzy grain with a yellow and gray color.
Wings Wide Open By Sean D. Cushing
A little poem/song i wrote after listening to some music by a musician by the name of "scratch21" (who's really good too, i'll try to link one of his songs in the comments :3 i've been deep in that abyss thought no one would ever miss this grain among the
Warm Seat in a Cold Storm (Otherwise Untitled)
~ "one of the things he learned was that grains were the best thing for when a dragon ate his own flame.", reaching over to open the box and shake the contents up at her passenger, "eat."
Transformation Vignette: How It's Made - St. Andrews Crosses
Joints lock as the texture and tone of your arms, legs, and torso shift from supple flesh to polished, fine-grained wood.
The Story of Dyona
Quickly grabbing a few more grains of rice and put them in her pouch, which was forbidden. the officer walked up behind them. "all right ladies! get up!" he shouted at them. standing up, dyona had felt the heavy chains around they're ankles.
Justifiable Suicide
Sharpening the blade, i drink from holy chalice, and running to my grave, they're building up a fire, and foaming at the maw, my funerary pyre, circling ravens caw, to live as he commands, will often bring you pain, like countless grains
An Explorer's Reward
Very suddenly, the utter stillness of the room was alive with an ethereal force, pushing grains of sand out of the cracks in old, tired bricks.