Flying Mile High Chapter 16 Part 1
She walked solemnly down the footpath, grieving over the loss of her lover. leaning on a lamppost, she broke down into tears. brian had been her hero. he'd saved her and mended the broken fragments of her heart, and now he had been taken away.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 10
Banno hurried over, weaving between the tents, ignoring the wider footpaths entirely in his rush. "it's mother! i think she -" "be quiet, banno!" kadai hissed, not stopping for anything. he couldn't afford to stop. it might be too late already.
Modern Magic - Shanice 3
"no, no it's okay," shanice replied, steadying herself before stepping up onto the footpath, "i'm good, but thanks for asking."
Deus Ex Machina
Rakshasa were leaping among the treetops of their home, or chatting with less-agile visitors on the footpaths below. a bustling, yet unhurried place. a place worth _protecting_.
A Foreign Holiday
I started out looking over my shoulder, cause, well, we were right on a footpath. each time, she turned my face back to her. if it were within my power to grant degrees in sexual prowess, i'd have given her a phd.
The Naked Singularity
footpaths sprawled. black buildings towered well above and sank far below. i inhaled through my snout, welcoming the still air. i started walking.
I'm not ashamed to say I badly need a friend...
Hints of sakiyama, too, the way you've aligned the footpaths -- if i might be so bold..." i found myself smiling shyly. "you know sakiyama?"
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 16
She quietly walked among the tents, using the narrower, less travelled footpaths where she was less likely to be spotted - her eyes, ears and nose all on full alert.
Genetic Children-Log 03- No Work Today
#3 of genetic children please don't steal my characters or my ideas, sorry if this is similar to your life(as if) some more latin in this one courtesy of google translations again, carrying an opaque white bag korm headed out to the footpath to throw
Genetic Children-Log 02- A Slow Day, A Dream and A Feline
The junk mail was thrown into his big green wheelie bin as he strode down the footpath and headed into town.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 16
She quietly walked among the tents, using the narrower, less travelled footpaths where she was less likely to be spotted - her eyes, ears and nose all on full alert.
Night Beats Part 1 - The New Neighbour
He put on a pair of gold sunglasses and started strolling down the footpath, thinking of some new sets of beats to his songs that he could use. thankfully, nobody really knows what he looked like.