Egg Therapy
And then his old world came falling apart. he was still in the cave, not much had changed. his own clothing was scattered in a pile on the ground around him.
A Cautionary Tale
Deep inside a grand, beautiful, cavernous old world library, a young man searched for a book.
The Island
In among the meadow grass were clusters of small purple and yellow flowers i could name without a second thought: vervain, cowslip, sweet clover—all old world plants. and while the soil along the shores was dry and sandy, here it was rich and black.
The Ghost of Caesar- C2: The Long 15 and Longer Nights
Even if the old world considered them gutter trash, if they survived this long, they're important artifacts. heritage. our history.
Only Human (Revised), Chapter 2
"thank you for calling the museum of old-world curiosities," he greeted his caller with a pleasant voice and a polite smile. "i am your curator, al. how can i help you today?" "hello alphonse," the caller, a wolf in a pdd uniform, replied.
Cock Leeches
A rare relic of the old world. he slid it in headfirst, it coiled along the bottom and sides, and he wasn't sure it would fit.
Fallout: Deathclaw Problems 2
The old-world highway was six lanes wide and had a crumbling middle strip, the concrete had been cracked and distorted by the ravages of time and the nuclear apocalypse.
Spotted Dreams
The old world had a certain charm to it. nowadays, rock was a thing of the past, yet all around us rose buildings erected from the minerals of the ground we walked on.
Child of the Wasteland - Chapter 1
He smiled a little, he knew he struck a nerve and planned on playing that nerve like a violin from the old world.
Fox Tales Chapter 4: Songs, Drinks and a Tigress OH MY!
"easing the badger" was an old world tavern nothing in the place was steel, the booths, tables, and chairs were all wood. jim played the piano in the corner and would even break out his harmonica and play 'the piano man' just to make everyone night.
Syngeneia Kathairein part 22
The blade is curved and serrated, almost like a scimitar from the old world, but much bigger and with a thicker blade. "what's that?" you ask. "it's my father's." \> you say "can i take a look? i never saw anything like this..."
The love of Two Leopards
The old world had a certain charm to it. nowadays, rock was a thing of the past, yet all around us rose buildings erected from the minerals of the ground we walked on.