Two Worlds, One Path: A Birthday Interlude
A faint hint of woodiness, of earthiness in a good way, like the smell of a forest in the springtime, everything blooming and coming back to life again.
Beatrice Santello Part 2 - #1
Still, it was springtime, and even the horrible events of the black goat had faded. possum springs carried on.
Life of Zeks, Episode 2: Crystal Swamp
springtime flowers masked the scents of stagnant water and stinking weeds, making the trip infinitely easier than the fetid humidity of the summer would have.
Playing With The Big Boys
It was springtime, and already the trees were budding with green leaves. dash looked around, making sure no one could see what they were up to before he reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
Indigo Night- Chapter 10: Resurrection
Golden sunlight shines behind them as the sun breaks above the crown of the forest, nourishing the flowers in the garden with promises of springtime after the coming winter.
A Tale of Two Whirlwinds: Younger Than Springtime
LaShawn met him at a train station. It was a cold November noon; the snow was falling a little earlier than usual that year. As he walked up, he thought of the ways he had changed over the years: his hair had grown out and gone wiry, his eyes were a...
Cleaning the Spring
Sometimes they would have her exercise, running until her chest heaved and her brow prickled with sweat even in the early springtime chill.
First Family
Many times, especially in the february weeks before the springtime, he (and for that matter the rest of the family) would work for hours just to make sure that we were ready for the spring planting.
After Midnight
\>blanche hugs you too, the scent of springtime reaching your nose as her warm body presses against you. \>chuckling warmly, you reciprocate blanche's gesture. \>it's surreal... she feels like springtime. like a warm, sunny afternoon.
Spring Equinox Anthology: Blooming by the Woods
The panther-like pokémon, a leafeon to go by his springtime bright green ears and tail, was quite larger and taller than her, and as someone a bit pudgy down there, that was quite a feat. he spoke. “oh! sorry for that.
Office
"have you heard of the springtime rituals that farmers did? fucking in the fields to...i don't know, kick start the season or something." he paused, pants partway open, and she lay back on the table, breaking line of sight.
Skinwalkers: Distant Thunder, Chapter Twenty One
It’s always springtime. not too hot, not too cold. and the sun is _always_ shining—not that it _couldn’t,_ if you get what i mean!” he winked at clueless. “huh?” she asked, blinking at him. he giggled as if he’d made a particularly clever joke.