Demon Hunted
Too long, too thin, i teetered like a scarecrow. my tail? unseemly, a beastly brush, a thing of spikes and chaos- hers was a glimmering mercury river. my chest? scarred from battle, thin spots over my flat stomach.
Out of the cold (Request for Casanova)
"but we would rather have the instigator strung up like a scarecrow. it will remind all these lower creatures, creatures that belong to us humans, that we are the masters and always will be.
Looking a Gift Horse in the Mouth
He checks over the crop and waters a few of the smaller plots, feeds the chickens with all the care and dexterity of a scarecrow wrinkling it's nose, managed to let the cows out and herd them back in by actually moving slower than most of the bovines themselves
The Sin Of Urios
I look down to find i have more stitches than a scarecrow before finding myself surrounded by the best broads of old town.
Peeler's Reel
You look like a scarecrow." while quentin left for the wardrobe, rick asked: "what am i supposed to do?" - "you're gonna be wilbur shepherd, the fiancé of young lady blackwood." - "wait a second!
A Halloween tale
From the food table, he was able to see the faint image of one of the few decorations around the manor: a scarecrow tied to the trees at the end of the lawn. a blood stained burlap shroud was tossed over the waxy-looking body.
Flush a Fuck Ch. 31 Pumpkin Potty 2016 Halloween Special 5/5
Pumpkins stood up on fines that became twig like and others grew clothes becoming scarecrows topped with jack o' lanterns.
Autumn Traditions
Turning in the dirt and scrambling away from the hanging corpse, tobias desperately threw himself forward, keeping well away from the scarecrow-like body of thomas, the straw and twigs continuing to grow and split his flesh.
Candice
"i'm a scarecrow, silly." i shook my head. this was all grant's idea. i spent over an hour trying to look nice for him. and this is all he could come up with? "let's go, pretty girl," he said as he offered his arm to me.
A Communal Retirement
It wasn't until my eyes darted to a gathering of trees on the other side of a thick corn patch—the same one depicting a scarecrow built from discarded metal and torn clothing—that i finally understood where autumn was taking me.
An Anthro's Tale-Chapter 4-Exposed
Mr west was a bald,thin,scarecrow of a man with a poochy stomach. think of a pregnant george washington,with no hair or teeth and you get the picture. he also looks like he's three hundred years old. at least.
I Dreamed of Fire 1 - The First Day
[/i]" the pachyderm swung a huge fist into the scarecrow's stomach, crunching into the sandbag before following up with a direct punch to the chest. "[i]you wan' sum more, do ya fuckface?!