Keston and his reprieve p2
Keston rushed into the kitchen, hoping to grab a quick snack before running to school, as he reached a paw across the kitchen table to grab a slice of toast his mother grabbed him by the wrist gently "and what do you think your doing?"
The Little Grown Up
He jumped on one of the chairs at the kitchen table and waited eagerly for his daily omelet. "two eggs, cheese, and cut up ham just the way you like it little man," ms.
Neko Journals - The package, part 1
Osuka ' ears perked upwards, as did his eyes, up from his 3 ds as he sat by the kitchen table. he could see the delivery van through the kitchen window. 'about time...' he thought. he had made the order almost a month ago.
A Letter to Elizabeth
I have left on the kitchen table a shoebox for you. inside, you will find a manuscript i wrote years ago but never published. do with it as you will. you will also find a small doll. you know the one i mean.
Bitter....Yet Refreshing! Series
His girlfriend asked from the kitchen table, her spotted tail lashing. "oh god, not now, kim. it's been a rough day." tony leaned against the counter. "apparently not rough enough." she spat out.
Hittin' The City
Fingers were pointed, and voices were raised, with sputtering chunks of delicious confectionery dancing across the kitchen table.
Suncrest - Chapter 19
The paper landed on the kitchen table, directly in-between giu and tea. across the page sat a bowl of steaming noodles that radiated with the intensity of the sun.
Redwall: Cornflower Has Needs Too
"i'm hungry," said mattimeo, sitting down at the kitchen table. "of course you are," said cornflower, turning around to face her son. mattimeo noticed the trouble look that hung about his mother's face.
One Little Game
But he disappeared down a hallway and eventually came back with a battery powered lantern that he set on the kitchen table. it provided a small amount of light so at least alex could see again.
Weekend at Mr. Ratburn's - Part 1 of 3
He reached his paws in and pulled out two cans, placing them on the kitchen table. buster looked at the markings, but didn't recognize the brand as any kind of cola that he'd drank before. "what kind of cola is this?"
Chapter 1: The Journey Doesn't Quite Begin
My mom was still sitting at the kitchen table, with her book, but her eyes were puffy and red. she'd been crying. i offered her a smile as i walked up, giving her a hug. it lasted only a few seconds before she pulled back.
The Main Course
. ;) we laid there, on the kitchen table, completely naked, with these utterly dumbfounded faces. "what the fuck, just happened?", asked aaron. "i uh. i don't know. but i kind of liked it.", i said. "you got spaghetti sauce in my ass.