Weeds - Chapter 6 - Hard Work
Ham turned to see jason standing in an old hay loft. he could see his silhouette against the cracks of light through the old barn wall. he walked forward and tripped over something.
The Lemonade Stand - Ch.1 (Read description first)
It seemed to be as dark and dank as the rest of my shitty loft. i looked around the stark one room apartment and tried to visualize it being anything but a shithole with a bed and clock. no such luck.
Bucky: the Oh Deer ending
Looking up at the loft the sky was getting dark "oh belly, we have to go..." he pushed one hand to the middle as wide as he could spread it, and slid the second off gently as possible, and pushed slowly into a sitting position.
Ski Weekend (Part 3) - Survival of the Fittest
He stood up and carefully took a step forward, testing his balance, then stepped slowly toward the ladder leading up to the loft.
Farm Life
The jostling of the bunny's footsteps, and then the uncomfortable thud of what he realized were the loft ladder's wrungs against his form. patches made no effort to keep him from bumping against them as he clambered laboriously up into the loft.
Commission - Scorched Heart
He had been snuffling at the air to ensure she was there before he had climbed up and into the barn loft.
Red - Chapter: Prologue
My house was 2-stories tall and had an attic loft, where i had made my room.
Callion: Forgotten Lands
She jumped form her loft and cleaned herself up, she grabbed some worn leather chaps and breast plate then bolted out the door rushing towards the starward knight's castle. "halt state your buisness!"
Marasian Morning - For Starling
This peaceful paris morning, like so many others finds the alluring gryphoness descending the spiral stairs of her quaint loft apartment to open the shop below. the morning light finds the statuesque beauty in magnificent splendor.
Reagan's Fun Chap 1
Turning to his desk he grabbed his laptop throwing it up into his bed before climbing up into the lofted bed himself.
The Life of Another - Chapter 42 (partial)
She declared, lofting her prize and forcing it at me. "now talk!" the proffered towel was damp and carried the unmistakable scent of vulpine musk, but it was drier than i was. i rubbed it vigorously at my head, talking through the musty terrycloth.
Wet Dreams
"the loft?" she stops smiling. "yeah. why? is something wrong with it?" "i don't know. i just...i've heard things about the place. people say it's haunted, but that's just silly.