The Day the Music Died
We used to sneak off and drive my father's chevy down to the river where we would drink whisky and rye under a tree. we'd kiss and make love under the stars when the hot summer arrived.
Chapter 10- ruining the moment
He nodded and moved to him quickly.** **"let's get you home, rye: you need a nap." rye smiled a little back and try to wiggle free of the husky's grip.** **"i can walk home on my own.....oof!"
When You Felt Blue - A Lilo and Stitch Fanfiction
'enjoy your trip.' said 625 as he finished his pastrami on rye. he sniggered to himself, as he knew what gantu was feeling. heart-ache. and he knew what emotion follows in heart-ache. . .
Highschool demons - prolouge
He couldn't have wheat, oats, barley or rye. though he couldn't eat oats because of the risk from cross contamination. though people still made fun of him for not being able to eat a good portion of what they could.
Belonging Chapter 1
I always dreaded coming and giving rye his pelts, somewhat for the mess, but mostly because of rye's personality. he was always trying to make me feel uncomfortable by saying innuendos.
Bordered: Part One
rye often wanted to be like dimitry, fast, strong, and could hold out in a fight if he had to. rye was much younger than dimitry but they were best friends. rye had never known his parents and being a fox-furin, he never really wanted too.
Orca Sol: Chapter Four - Solitary
"rye." "that's the name birch gave you?" rye nodded. "well ... there's no loitering in the halls," she told him. "who are you?" "what?" she asked. "what's your name?" she hesitated. "lal." he nodded.
Hotel Cafe
"some rye and cola if they've got it, thank you," she said. he stood and walked over to the mini-bar in the cafe. she watched his backside as he did, the swaying of his tail surprising appealing and almost hypnotic.
Third entry
It's a local variety of rye and there really is enough for a long time. "ok. find some sacks or something like that. we'll take some of it with us. we can't take everything. we'll leave the rest here in case other refugees come by.
Orca Sol: Chapter Three - Mouse
rye. i don't know why, but ... i think it suits you. short and sweet." the squirrel offered a smile. the mouse, for the first time, allowed a smile. a weak one, but a smile, nonetheless. "rye," he said, trying out his new name. he nodded.
Last chances
After rye, finally -- one glass? two? -- they left. the metal walkways branched off in all directions and the dog had no idea which one was the one he even wanted. "you'll... you'll get to know this place," ali assured him.
Someone Should have Asked More Questions
“do you have any rye breads in there? those might have a closer taste to the kind of bread you’re used to.” she searched. “i have some with rye in the name.” “try one of them.” “i am only allowed to take one item a day without paying for it.