The Missing Guidebook
_I have several memories of that time of my life in Virginia and for some reason they deal with death. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\__ Mark David Chapman Behold - _October._ ...
Missing Hikers
It was already past 1 PM, and the woods were teeming with birdsong, the drones of insects, and the wind rustling through the trees. "Come on, boys, let's pick up the pace!" Ulyss called--the athletic wolverine was a good 80 feet ahead of the husky...
Missing Piece
And yet somehow, something seemed missing. no matter how much the furs in his life told him otherwise, he couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't deserve anything that he had.
Something missing
There was just something missing and i wasn't entirely sure what it was. while i was in college, during the summer i had worked in a factory that created condiments.
A Missing Link
The sound of coins colliding with wooden countertop echoed through stiff air. Spencer's bones ached. His soul was weary from constant travel, cheap inns with broken beds and barfights, and predatory howls in the darkness, just off the beaten, dirt...
Missing Person
Unlike his missing friend, taco was broad-shouldered and sturdily-built, sporting a bit of the freshman 15 around the belly.
Missing Lupo
Or the missed calls. or anything. the minutes passed without any sign, past the maximum time. nothing arrived. luca hadn't tried to contact him during the night.
Missing Fursons
"twelve missing victim's... all students of the u... frat boys, jocks and a couple of regular students. the first victim went missing one week into first term, the last just noticed missing within the past seventy two hours.
Missing In Action
._ ~ ~ \* ~ ~ "this is equinore alpha, approaching g-herd, tracking notifications place missing member in the area." marius spoke into the microphone as he maneuvered the small skid down near the area. "intervention required."
Missed Connection
Dark riders of marblecliff01 missed connectionby assilsasta , july 27, 2013 missed connection lilliana fargo pulled the faded, two tone, mint green and white '66 chevy custom 10 truck into the parking lot of the apartment building.
The Missing Friend.
I followed all the tracks I saw, tried to recognize your scent, went in a quest that has no end, into the dark I'm going to change. I climbed trees, reached tops of hills, I crossed rivers, faced the dungeons and thrills, followed pawprints, gathered...
Miss Honeybunn
"good morning, miss honeybunn," the stallion bows his head slightly, gentlemanly.