Alistair and the All-Purpose Umbrella: Episode 1: Chapter 2
And who are all those men in the yard?" alistair took a deep breath as he looked out the window again, "they're... crimeny, look at all of them... who are they? nothing good. i really should be on my way.
The Saga of Fidonhaal - Daughters of the East - Preview 7
Looking at the small handful of squires who had now stepped forward, along with those who began to leave the yard and those still pondering their decision, ruth at last stepped forward.
Strong urges
Grinning as he stood just outside of the house, zuhna closed his eyes and counted slowly to ten as his sister ran through the yard, giggling.
Life of a theif
Less than a hundred yards away.
Trial with Fire, Chapter 1
Some of the stronger kids lifted shane and i up on their shoulders and carried us around the yard. this quickly turned into a play fight that ended when ponyta and vulpix came to help me. we all landed, laughing, in a pile.
Soul Drinking - Part 5
The same home she played in and the same yard she knew as a child before they moved away. she recognized the old tire swing and those weird looking lawn gnomes she always kept around.
Well Behaved
Perfectly-trimmed green grass made up most of the yard outside of the koi pond underneath a kwanzan cherry tree. there were several of these pink trees in the yard, all of them were hand-selected and flown in by jonah, himself.
Size Matters
Moss stared down the lane and saw house after house, yard after yard, none of which he could visit despite the apparent lack of boundaries, but really it was the closest house that held the dog's attention.
Icy Winds
Sandy pulled charizard out into the yard. "tell char where she is, he can do the rest!" she yelled.
Silverback Episode 16
Ahead of me about 200 yards away was the enemy trench and what appeared to be a ditch about 25 yards in front of us. but was there supposed to be a ditch here? man i wish i had actually looked at the intelligence photographs during the briefing.
Evolution Part I: Chapter Thirty-two
Fat gut walked in a more developed and laborious way than any other dog in the yard. his abdomen, swollen as voluminously as it was, pressed against the front of and in between his knees.
(something light?)
We're also still in the yard: the yard is inside the room. the barstools are pulled up to the picnic table. the mirror is hanging on the wall of the house. we're dancing a lot closer than we did in real life. slower too.