Towards a Better World (old story)
"you've made a very bad rime, dear", the chestnut man pointed around the same age. "if you are not happy with it, auvertus, help yourself", she answered stiffly.
The Furry Dead Chapter XXIII - The Frozen Heart's Tale
Though he could understand the thing that spoke to him through this rime of frost, he could make no words in response.
Moving chapter one
She is wearing a red skirt, black shirt with a picture of a fox on it and red and black shoes with yellow around the rimes, black socks. she has long black hair with red in it, blue eyes.
The Cracked Mesa Irregulars: part 5
"shut up rime, it's early in the morning i don't feel like listening to you whine cause i got out of bed." "you say something?" kal asked as he entered the common room. blinking up at the hunter he waved a paw in a dismissive manor.
A New Life Chapter 1
Even in the dead of winter the creek flowed merrily through it's ice-rimed bed and i stopped for a moment to appreciate the sound. after a few moments of listening to the running water i noticed that the other sounds in the area had gotten quieter.
A Some-What Awkward Holiday Reunion
He hears lionel coming downstairs, but all he hears is a riming in his ears of seeing his family all in one place again. after a while, he walks into the kitchen to see his mother fixing the turkey.
Techne (Alternative Eroticism)
Gilt in digital rime, tenotl's spine glistened with synthetic vitae and remained suspended by cables to the rigging above.
The Perfect Storm
The instruments seemed to be in working order in spite of a perpetual rime of frost, but lex insisted that they go through the motions of de-icing them.
a Werewolfs love - chapter 2
So without further a due hear is chapter 2 wow i can rime lol ;p as steve watched his eyes began to water, 'no you can't start crying not know.'
Seeing White, Part 2
rime clung to their whiskers and hung from their chins, frost blotting their orange and black faces to the dull grey of night. "_move the bait_?" onja signed _"likely followed fresh snows."_ _"the girl went missing here."
Mjolland Ch.1
Not content to merely kill off the living, the rime frost sapped the very warmth from the air. the dying breath of the jorgumand twisted the northern pole into stark, jagged and lethally cold wastes.
Like Rock
He ignored the hoar frost riming him. a stoic clifftop, jutting out above pathetic brethren, overlooked the strath. he perched atop, spotting her den far below, across the sloped fields of snow.