Barking Mad (Chapter 3)
Winding up dead as roadkill and having no one know who she was, was not how she wanted her life to end. it was bad enough that she was already dead to the human world-- she tried to shrug off her pessimistic train of thought.
Human Bitches Chapter Six: Cold Beds and Warm
She was wearing a roadkill café t-shirt, which she filled out quite well, and some nice-looking jeans. the spaniel's name, as it turned out, was girl, the name spike had given her.
Lateral Move 2
And sorry if my breath smells like roadkill." he scratched behind her ears. "sweetie, your breath has always smelled like roadkill." upon hearing the mock insult, she gave a happy mewling noise that was as joyful as it was bizarre. "yes! like that.
Sibling Rivalry: A weirdly depressing few days in the life of...
You look like roadkill." her mother said, reaching over to give samantha's shoulder a rub. "gee, thanks mom. i feel so much better." "where's your brother? wouldn't that mean he's spending the week with you?" "he took tiffany out.
Dog Star
The un served up kibble for me, again; fortunately for my sanity the pancakes rebecca had been provisioned with looked more like roadkill, and i didn't find myself tempted.
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 19
"ever have one of those days when you're pretty sure that you're roadkill in the ditch along the highway of sanity?" sharra just stared at him, not entirely sure what he was talking about and surprised at the sudden shift in his mood.
Filburt's Postmodern Wife
Earwax statue clean in half by striking it horizontally across the lower abdomen with his bat, prompting him and heffer to each take their very own respective half of the ridiculously hardened work of art and smash one of the last two remaining bugs into roadkill
The Wall
You look like roadkill, greg." "i guess i didn't realize how bad i was looking." he lied. he finished out the rest of the day telling her about the conference, but carefully omitting the part about it ending early.
New Responsibilities
He saw the librarian splayed across his husband like roadkill, breathing thinly. "you alive down there?" he asked. yroh answered as best he could. "_nnnnnnn..._" "heh. very good, very good."
So Shall He Consume Me 2 - In Subterranean Hell
Forcing his blades down into the jaws of the beast, he shoved them wide apart by wedging his scissors open inbetween before pulling himself out free, his entire lower region resembling roadkill in the most physical sense as his darkness began to regenerate
Venom: Beautiful Killers. Part 40
"you couldn't kill roadkill. and you're a hitman?" the laughter continues until the fox turns her back to him. "wait a minute. get back here." he grabs her arms and turns her around. "fine.
Race to the Top: A Pokemon Erotic Novella
. \* \* \* wilson felt like roadkill by the time he awoke. a glance at the clock told him he'd been out for at least four hours. it was now after ten at night.