Liora's Lamentations; or, The Silver Rings
>:) it was an hour ago that liora the raccoon, collecting firewood out in the great forest, had caught sight of the robe-clad figure in her peripheral vision.
Fatal Radiance - Chapter 1
Khaba cursed inaudibly as he could barely move with holding the sticks for firewood in his feet.
The Sweet Smell of Wood Smoke Pt. 1
Fond childhood memories aside, he was still out in the woods, with his family and friends, collecting more firewood to feed his masterpiece back at the campsite; only now he had a magnificent bear to stare at while he did so.
The Gentle Juggernaut II: Of Fury, Shadows and Iron
With a grunt tirnel dropped the armful of firewood he'd been carrying to rhaz's hut all the way from the large storage hut near the edge of the bloodaxe village.
Windfall: Home for the Holidays
"i'm going to bring in the last of the firewood." his furry bulk slipped out the front door, trying to minimize the roll of winter air entering the house.
Camping Courtship
Dad asked, glancing around, but the boy was still getting firewood. "what about your phone, sweetie?" "no!" i yelped. there was literally no way i could get my phone without revealing everything.
The Warmth of a Slave
There, out in the yard, the _kholop_ serf still labored over his pile of firewood, stoically hacking away at one block after another.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 25
"tell them to make themselves useful and chop some firewood. we absolutely _cannot_ afford to run out." "yes, mother. thank you."
A Trip in the Woods
"gonna get more firewood, can't be sitting out here in the dark now can we?" i turned back to him and smiled as i continued. before i could take another few steps, i felt his breath graze over the top of my head.
You Leavanny and Learn
Every night since i'd set out from home i found myself with a stiffy just from being around her, she was almost never in her pokeball, and i'd quickly hide in my tent and tell her to go get as much firewood as she could find.
Michael and Eric - Chapter 4
. --- it's the afternoon, michael returns with firewood and tosses them into a firepit. he can hear the radio say something about a 'score'. henry is playing with a butterfly, his butt cheeks rumbling every now and then.
Moving In, Getting Off
Managed to haul up some of the logs from the beach too and break them down into proper firewood. got a pile of it in one corner.