Electric Blue Vial
I backed up, taking in a deep breath of unfortunately polluted air. i ran. full speed that my legs could exert i out stretched my arms to give my body more reach. i landed flat square on the next ledge.
London Entry #1 - First Date - Part 3
It had been polluted for quite some years, but recently it had been cleaned up after protests from local residents. i'm grateful. now you could see right to the bottom. i liked to go on walks looking for fish the whole while.
Time Measure Money
When we have mass starvation, wars, pollution, corruption, ignorance and fear on one side, and a utterly arbitrary belief system on the other, why does it continue?
Spin-off from Beyond the Stars - A Man or a Mouse
The stars were scattered across the sky like diamonds on blue-black velvet despite the light pollution from the nearby downtown district. it was a great night for a walk, even without the possibility of finding a meteorite.
For a Case of Beer
Their lyrics mostly consisted of such concepts as nuclear war, democracy, anarchy, pollution, natural disasters, and karmic retribution. they did pretty well for a few years, but then the lead singer died in a car accident.
Windswept
He shook his head as he read the previous entry, realizing for the first time how polluted his mind was, how broken he was. he took a quill and whispered under his breath 'no more', and he began to write.
Becoming Symbiotic #1
You curse in disbelief, you knew your city had a pollution problem, but this was something else. you could see this dark liquid slowly cover you all over.
Sticky Scavenger [COM/Story]
But of course, the zaunite sewers were known to be a cesspool of pollutants where mutants were spoken to roam the underground preying on the ill-prepared and unknowing.
The Dark City
You see a giant lake full of polluted water. the lake separates the ruins of the south from the rest of the city. on this side of the lake there is nothing. no light, no law, barely any food. it's a ruin of metal and ash.
Spontaneous Sleepover (vore story)
For now, the squirrel simply tried to make out the dim stars from the urban light-polluted sky. whenever he slept outdoors with a friend or two in his tail, this pastime was always his favorite part.
The Braying
During inconvenient hours, for a spell he would have the fancies polluting him into insanity.
Hypnovember Day 25 - Skeptical
In spite of the thumping music and the light pollution, you didn't perceive anything but the slow, lazy stroking scratch of her thumbnails and her tail. and the ripples of her eyes.