Embers of Dawn: Chapter 30: The Road to Thornwell
A woman followed, hair like ripened wheat, her eyes amber-bright in the sun. behind them darted two children, laughter spilling ahead of them like water over stone. both ran straight for colt. “welcome!”
Minecraft Fiction – The Approaching Winter
Lest the mindless beasts get out, trampling my wheat and various other crops planted near by. the pumpkins and melons were ripening nicely, though the wheat was still green and not quite ready for harvesting.
Apples of My Eye
"you find any wheat pennies?" "mm-mm. none." a shake of the head. that's why she'd been fishing through the penny bowl. "you?" "i found two wheat pennies and a canadian penny." "what? when?" was the demand.
Barnyard Fraternity (Patreon Series Preview)
Maybe there is something in the beer, something that perforates through your skin and makes you smell like hay or wheat. that must be it, you think. any hay smell makes you think of horses.
Alpha and Omega (M wolf / M wolf)
Two slices of whole wheat bread. "smells great!" jake seated himself on the couch next to him. "thanks," he said with a small shrug. "really nothing special about it, though.
By the marble stones (story part1)
One of his hands went to his chin, thinking a little further as the piece of wheat he was chewing went from side to side.
The Farmers Boy (1)
Hale's farm is a twenty five acre plot totally devoted to fruit and vegetables, so i grow potatoes, wheat, carots, and of course lettuce and cabbage, i also have a decent sized orchard that is populated with many fruit trees and i have just recently started
High School Dilemma Chapter 2
The fruitiness mixed with the wheat flavor always made my day brighter even on the darkest of days.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 91
Luke turned towards the opposite end of the ring, looking past shadowy bags of wheat and flour at the ladder going up to the tiny room in the topmost portion of the mill, where the brake wheel was waiting, perfectly still. but not for much longer.
Good Boy Part Two
He went into great detail about his homes tectonic beauty; the great alpine mountains, peaked and capped with snow, the bitter cold winter in which his thin fur came in so handy, and the great forests around were he was raised, and the endless valleys of wheat
Thick, Full Body and a Smooth Bounce
He had no idea what desmond did for a living, and didn't think it prudent to ask, but the niceness of the home he called his own - which, nestled between wheat fields and with a powerful oak tree in its front yard, could have been a postcard vista on a sunny
Part 1 - Bad Day
Something that looked a little like wheat, but still green and young. further down the valley were what appeared to be some houses.