Chasing the Unicorn - PART 3: BELLY OF THE BEAST
"stop that, if you start cuttin' hither and yonder we'll be up to our tits in pikes." she hissed, and he scowled at her - that anger flaring against his will - raising a hand up from his cloak, his gauntleted finger jammed directly at her face.
The White Coil
“while those fuckin’ holy men go about polishin’ their nobs of good work and deeds, they send the hats to do the cuttin’ first! all the ugly business they don’t write down, all the beggars and orphans they snatch up. no names, no burials!
Services: Escape Clause
[center][u]Services: Escape Clause[/u] By Green[/center] The moon was high in the sky, snowflakes danced and fell, and not so much as a single owl or rabbit disturbed the perfect silence unique to the heart of winter. But inside a solitary...
The Rising Fallen Star 6 - Fifty-Seven
Just keep cuttin' away 'til all the wool is dead. black...brown...shadows rolling in the streets...dry cleaner'll never forget that stain." "wait what?"
Kung Fu Panda: Building Tensions
This cinnamon needs a bit more cuttin' up an' all" "haha! nice to see you as always cader. am i okay to get some spices or are you a bit busy at the moment" po asked, indicating the rabbit's chopping board with a wave of his hand.
Chasing the Unicorn - PART 5: BY BLOOD AND BY DEED
“brave sire ta be doin' cuttin' that close to th' faewoods." “aye, he was."
Empty Heart
You wake up. And like every morning when you do, you wish you could go back to sleeping your days away like you used to. But your body's grown to reject the long days of sleeping so much longer than necessary and wills you awake without your...
Call of the Waifur
Marcus scoffed "cuttin' off a mans balls is pretty goddamn extreme to me, and they do that often enough around here." "really?" jake asked, more to tyler, he still couldn't tell if the old man was embellishing or not.
La Curandera IV: The Last Crusade
But you can't be cuttin' the head off of something what don't have no head. just like that tentacle beastie back, oh, what, ninety years? came out of the dust, walked right over the walls of the rose, you remember that?" "hah!"
The Eastern Lands
The battle roared all around me, a familiar sound; the clashing of swords, the thunderous war cries from every man on the field, the spraying of blood and above all else, the dreadful, pitiful screams of the dying. It was a symphony of death; music to...