All Things Must End - Prologue
This is my first attempt at an actual story, hope you enjoy :) desolate, desolate was the word to describe the countryside during winter. the relentless snowstorms from several weeks ago have blanketed the whole of the lands in an eerie white.
By My Side
And so a month later, we found ourselves taking a one-way trip to switzerland where a hospice in the countryside would close the curtains for the final act.
Sable Ridge Farm
Sable ridge farm people that have never visited the countryside wouldn't know it, but gryphons loved farming.
Fine Felines at the Bar
I thought you were never leaving the countryside." “well, after you came out here, thought i'd see what it was like. it's…busy, isn't it?" “yeah, really, really busy." he shook his head, gesturing at the bar. “come on.
Alchemy Woes
\*\* the human's list of supplies was indeed modest; extra potion bottles, food and drink, even one of the best horses from the duke's stables to carry him to the countryside.
An Interrupted Camping Trip: Chronicle No.1
The drive home was rather quiet since lucario spent most of the ride looking at the countryside out the window. we pulled down the driveway into my place and i could hear lucario gasp at my humble little home.
Where We Left Off pt. 2
He much preferred the simple solutions provided by the countryside, like soaking the city's stresses away in a simple dugout that eventually filled itself with river water.
The Thief and the Traveller
He wasn't in the woods or countryside, but a maze of buildings and streets. he paused at the end of the cobblestone street and weighed his options.
Steele's Bound Bitch
_ * * * the storm had picked up suddenly, snowfall blanketing the countryside. by the time jenna could look back to make sure each of her puppies were still following, their footsteps had already disappeared.
Memories for Cash
I imagined that those living in the countryside far beyond the megacities often heard such ambient bliss each day. only dripping water on the floor from my poncho cut through the strange peace, followed by a robotic voice.
It's Not Gonna Stop Now
The surrounding countryside stretched out as if they were looking out the window of an airplane.
Leaving Sibirskaia
Four young voices drowned out the sounds of the countryside. their laughter, howls, whistles, and cheers rang out through the warm night air, to the backdrop of a cacophonous and repetitive string of clicks.