Memorial Ballade for West
Still more will they erase your monuments, my friend: the urn, the fur, the leash hung on the door. my fingertip’s no longer even sore.
Roads Untraveled - Part V
She pulled robyn's urn from the mantle and hugged it tightly. "i could really use the support right now, pillow..." "shh..." yoyo knelt down by his sister and wrapped both arms around her to make her feel safe. "it's alright.
The Pissing Guard
Don't think of rivers, of rain, of urns filling up and swaying to tip, water pushing over the edge of the spout... "hn..." sam's mouth clamps shut to prevent a whined groan. maybe the others would think it was just a groan of the leather.
Firebirds and Water
"we gotta talk about all that shits tomorrow, 'ut for now: ya 'ird cant 'urn stone, right? ya could get it under the aqueduct, ten minutes on foot north of town. there es just rocks an' stones there . 'ut make sure, ya don't 'urn down the village again!
Part XIV - Pity's Long-Broken Urn
The desert smelled so familiar. He didn't remember much of El Salvador. A few images of the rooms of a house, but even those he couldn't be sure if they were memories of real things, or memories of imagining what memories of real things might have...
Chronicles of Nahia - Part 2
From a large clay urn under one of their hut's two small windows she produced a crusty loaf of bread, and began to tear it apart, uttering a fierce little growl with each pull.
The Perfect Mating
"and fires to set the mood, from decorative torches bolted to the walls, to urns on pedestals, and candles atop the oversized jewel encrusted gold chandelier." "quite the romantic you are. and who do you see in this castle?"
Spa Night
Without another word, the bulls upended the urns, pouring oil out of them onto her wings and across her body. everywhere it touched skin, it began to heat up, sending tingles throughout her body.
Jackie-The-Junior Epilogue-Second-Chances
Waiting for me to waddle past before following as we head for the urn storage wall. as i expected. christine, my husband, along with alpha and mauri are standing there.
Off the Beaten Path
**off the beaten path** written by leo\_todrius commissioned by mrexplosive * * * voices echoed down the old hallways, muffled by portraits and vases, urns and statues, and the dust of centuries of accumulated time.
Firestorm - Ch 5: Deterrence
"the flowers on his urn." hu turned to point at the wreath of white flowers that adorned only the urn of the younger tiger.
Callisto's Stones: Chapter 2
She was being chased by a group of naked, heavily-endowed snake people, who were throwing urns at her, as she stole their magical chisel. blearily she stood up. something was off. the light seemed wrong, it was too... green?