November
What he had seen did not stop despite the racket. the autumn lords, mighty spirits of hunting stags, ran fleet of foot. they ran and disappeared, faded, like so many others. the cold tightened its grip.
A Story for Dogs
Barking and scratching were just no match for the racket from the television of that young boy's bedroom.
The Calpina Mafia
The only store with the lights on was the calpina diner, home and frontline racket of the calpina mafia. in the backroom, cigar smoke filled the small conference room.
A leg up
She raised her racket and hit the ball as it beamed across the court to the other side. the neon green tennis ball traveled to the left side as scott ran to hit it.
MoonDust, Chapter 15
She straightened, fingers tightening on her racket. "um, the last patrol are asleep. alexei and ryan were with the paladin crew in the garage. i don't know where lauren is." from the sofa, gwen snorted. "did you check the refresher?"
Tygra, I Pwn You Forever!
Or, worse, if snarf prowls the hallway - the racket that imp makes, pestering and irritating me with questions, it would be enough to awaken everybody. then it would be finished.
At It Again
**at it again** goddamn that racket was getting annoying, the constant creaks and movements of two people clearly tangled up in lust.
Ringy Runs
The perella in her ear was full of quite the racket. she poked it. "wha?" "ringy curtail are you ready fo-" "will you quit yelling?!" mrowl. "combat i repeat, combat, heavy weapons, i got tanks, this is you cat, are you ready for port?"
Zikita: chapter 1
For it slow and long train so did this racket be non consistent for five strait minutes. this was hell, but this was the only plays i could sleep good and quiet whit out somebody tell me to move. it was the 30 july. this was me birthday.
[SNEAK PEEK]Sascha's Smoky Detour
"what is all that racket about?" his voice was languid and slow, and the vapour turned into a question mark as it vanished. sascha's brow knitted in as she wracked her sleepy, swirl-pickled brains to remember. "i don't... know..."
Punk'd Out
What was once simply noise was now a harmonious racket. his body broke from its trance as it thrashed and danced to the beat.
The Noseless Plumber
A rattling sound made his ears perk; his pupils, already dilated from sheer terror, grew even bigger as his eyes darted all over the room as he tried to make out what was causing the racket. then he saw it. the door.