"what about the linden shooting?" asked andy pleadingly. the detective sighed again.
"that's going to be a tough case. if the fingerprints match, it will be a done deal. if they don't, it's basically dead in the water."
Crime, Gay, Hyena, No-Yiff, October, Pennsylvania, Thriller, Tiger, Wolf, serious
"i've been in contact with the chief colin and vice admiral linden and they say that their current forces aren't strong enough to assault the creeper's largest stronghold on the planet.
Battle Plans, Wolf, Wolves, pack
In health class, sister amy van der linden had warned that what she referred to as "physical intimacy" was painful, and indeed there was a little discomfort, as he drove himself into her with deep, pounding strokes.
Canine, Dark, First Time, Forced, Knot, M/F, Oral, Pseudo-Rape/NC, Rough, Short, Vaginal, Virgin, Vixen
The linden wood unblemished?
the weeks of prayer and fasting before brush may meet with palate?
or is it in enthronement in the shrine or sanctuary
that painting or mosaic or stained glass becomes an icon?
Paeonic Tetrameter, Poetry, Verse essay
"i think linden is a long day's walk from here...so we'll be heading out now, that way we can arrive tomorrow afternoon at linden."
Aphrodisiac, Bestiality, Eevee, Gangbang, M/F, Oral, Plot Development, Pokemon, Pokephilia, mightyena, mothim, purrloin, victini
I'll sleep beneath wide, sighing linden boughs
that dye the sunlight like stained glass, and find
paths carved into the malachite hillsides
leading from grassy terrace to orchard,
leading from arcade to dim aspen grove,
leading from ferny grotto to a
Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
"simon linden."
kalen frowned then smiled. "von linden?"
"_von_ is a title that denotes the status of landholder. my family had that title; i do not."
"you're related to baron byron von linden?"
simon frowned. "byron was my grandfather.
Character Development, Fantasy, Friendship, Human, Kitsune, Plot Development, Possession, Sci-Fi, Story Progression, Story Series, Succubus, Superheroes, Vampire, Werewolf
The churchyard on the hilltop, where fading linden leaves
fell unremarked, like tears dropped in the silent tidal heaves,
was clean and stillness-scented. there mourners, faces blank,
with alabaster angels waited watching, rank on rank.
Poetry, lyric
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north, north along linden. north to cross the plaza. north to pass the fountain.
> _jacob had parked his bike at a rack in front of one of the 12th street shops, locking it with care.
Coyote, Flash Fiction, Sigil