A Bump in the Night: Holiday Special
Those pine needles marked the carpet in a fine green shading; not too many, the thing wasn't one of those cruel chopped off dead trees. peter was wearing a stupid red santa hat with a bauble on the end.
Knight Until Dawn pt 2
Trees, trees and trees, roots and twigs and pine needles everywhere now for him to step on or trip over. noon passed, but the werewolf did not seem to be stopping for lunch. kevin was almost glad for it, since he didn't want a repeat of their last break.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 122
Sharp twigs and pine needles prickling against her back.
Drowned in Cement
Through the open mouth of the barrel, the tiger blinked up at the trees rising above, a soft layer of pine needles on the ground around her barrel.
Myra’s Tale
"i managed to keep it smoldering until i stumbled here, and all these pine needles lit right up." "you did good, myra, better than i. did you happen to see anyone else? anyone?" he asked.
Black Ice
A stray branch overhanging the track slapped my hard hat, scattering pine needles and flakes of frost over my head. sam laughed wildly, the sound lost among thundering hooves.
Chapter 1 ( added more)
I walk over scattered brown pine needles enjoying the smell of pine. as i am walking i am listening for the sounds of my enemies while trying not to step on fallen branches that have a habit of making a large snapping sound.
summer afternoon
I feel his paws on my head scratching behind my ears, i can smell something, the scent is hot, cloying, i am reminded of pine needles and the ground after a rainstorm.
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 12
I began to wish that this old shack had a bathtub so that i could just dunk her in it and let her soak for a while instead of wiping away the mud, blood and pine needles, rinsing the rag out, working away at the next spot, etc.
In Love With The Stars
He stared at the graceful head that was pillowed against the pine needles and warmth rushed through him. _he'll leave today. _ the warmth was chased away with a stab of cold fear and despair. _it was only to thank me.
Sanguine Zephyr
The only sound was that of the wind in the branches, scattering many pine needles in its restless wake as countless forest creatures scurried and darted through the heavy snowfall, leaving prints to form mini highways within the white mass.
Chapter 3: The Garden
A quiet rushing sound surrounded them as the wind flowed between the pine needles above. they walked for twenty minutes or so when the trail sloped downward, and followed a rock wall for a while.