Marshall's Love Adventure - Ch 3
"no job is too big, no pup is too small!" he thought to himself. zuma looked in awe as he saw how brave the spotted pup was being. thinking back, marshall had been brave plenty of times. he had always put others ahead of himself.
Chapter 2: The Plot Thickens
A long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans that looked about two sizes too big. i smirked. they were mine. i stood up a minute later, walking over to her and picking her up in my arms, kissing her deeply.
………Prologue………
His wings and claws seemed just slightly too big for his body, the bottoms of his wings almost dragging on the ground if he slouched. but in all his oddities, he looked feirce.
How I miss the sweet caress of the wind and the taste of sweet love
The two tattoos that inhabit my body are simple and not too big. they are two imprints of paws, one paw a coyote paw the other a wolf.
Wedding Preparations (Otherwise Untitled)
big and taken in about the waists and shoulders and it looked like i was wearing a formal potato sack and i get to be the one who picks out a color for the cake and makes sure that it's the right size and who sits at the long table and round table and that
Elise Captured. part 3
He is too big!! i dont like men! no! please!" the sound of vibrating came from the bed and elise felt warm sweaty hands reach around her waist "please... no!"
Alone
Again, reminded him of a fox at first but the muzzle was too big for one. the whole act of moving had numbed pain to it but he toughed it out. he had to find out more! coming to the top of his head, his paw-like hands came to a thick mane.
My new family. Chapter 1
He wore a fishnet shirt under his leather jacket that was 3 times too big for him. he was holding onto the arm of a goliath like lion, his mane the color of a morning sun.
Killed in an Instant
I might eat something small here or there but nothing too big, just enough to keep going. i will never eat the meal that we ate as a family. it was green beans, grilled chicken and home made macaroni and cheese.
My Story - Part 1
I was born in a not too big tribe, where my father and my mother were the tribe leaders. our location was in a big rounded plain surrounded by mountains of various dimensions.
Casual Hatred Flung This Way
big to not take notice of let's the whole mask slip off in a way that can't just be dismissed or ignored of course there's a frustrating few who will defend and make excuses for those formerly adored by those who'll dismiss and be apathetic
Little Wolf, Big Ordeal CH. 4
The little wolf wanted to swallow it instantly, but the scrap was too big. he chewed and chewed, spreading out more of the rotten taste over his tongue. at last he swallowed. the taste lingered. he let out a nasty burp, trying to hold the meat in.