I, Dacien - Chapter Three - Consolation
"heart, lungs ... liver._look_ at the liver." "it looks fine to me," lord fog said. "yes, perhaps i should have just told you. although ... my experiences with doing that have not been significantly better." "it is_not_ fine," lord green said.
The Candle
#9 of poetry to commemorate my favorite uncle, who lost his battle with hepatitis c and liver cancer on july 17, 2015. i wanted to light a candle for you, a simple gesture, that's for sure.
Harry in Silk and Lace - Part 2
"i mean, are we talking something like, you like to masturbate in micah's bed when he's gone kind of secret, or like, you enjoy killing people and eating their livers kind of secret?"
Slaughter at Stringybark Creek - Chapter Three -
For in his youth, he had worked long and hard to amass his fortune and power, his once short cropped black hair now as wispy silken tendrils that clung to his liver-spotted scalp.
Santuary in Hell (flash fiction)
liver, groin, neck, solar plexus, stomach, collarbone; all these are brutally and efficiently struck and struck again.
HardClone: Chap IV
You want that liver warm?" "no and yes." "i don'know, could be the thing to draw him closer." gretchen scowled at the wolf hound. laverne did not look up from the grill. "you yap t'much old woman."
Pandemic: Chapter 2
liver temperature and lack of rigor mortis indicates time of death to be around five hours ago, 02:00. body discovered by older of two daughters around 07:30. cause of death: undetermined. appears to be natural.
[End] A Dose of Despair
"it's either this or learn how to give people new livers then." the doctor sighed and took a moment to reflect on his wife's condition.
Dogman Chapter 3
He holds what's left of the liver in front of me, and then walks away with the deer carcass in hand. rine looks at me "who is julius caesar?"
Forgive Me 11 - Tavis
There's no cure, and they're not giving a raving alcoholic a liver transplant. i'm already dead." "but they can help! maybe they can-" "bah! they can't do anything. my liver's shot from all the alcohol, and i hate hospitals.
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 9
I can only imagine the look on my face when she offered a chunk of the liver to me in a blood soaked hand. i've never liked liver, even when it's cooked, never mind raw, warm and still dripping.
Furry Friendly Preaching And Poetry
A full on tidal wave of brains, blood, livers, intestines, pentagrams, unholy scenes, comes barreling at me, and yet, i am ready for it.