A Very Special Somepo...uh...Person Chapter 1 Rewrite
The buildings had a rustic but quaint charm about them. they were obviously handmade but made in a style that defied description. there were no straight lines to be found anywhere.
Secluded - Chapter 2: The Cycle Ride
A rustic, worn rug traced its way down the hall towards the pulpit, and either side of this gangway stretched a row of pews.
Fireworks
A tacky romance novel about a headstrong city-slicker and a rustic ranch owner who found love in each other. for some reason beyond xander's understanding rerue devoured these works like popcorn, and xander couldn't help but indulge in his love's whims.
The Black Shepherd - Chapter 3
He wiped a few drops of rain from his nose and found the lucky rabbit packed with the lunch hour--canines, rodents and other breeds gabbling along a rustic bar counter, with more patrons pouring into booths and tables.
Wish Gone Wrong
It looked as if it were the lamp straight out of an infamous disney movie, though much more rustic. jeremy stroked his chin, covered in black stubby hair, as he stared at the bronze lamp.
Learning the ropes, Grace does my training
Most of the furnishings were rustic or cowboy, except for the stone tile shower which was large enough three or four people could shower comfortably in. i sat the bag down and grace instructed me to strip down and put on all of my pet gear.
The Mark
rustic hunting lodge type of place, where the "logs" smelled of plastic and varnish, a fire crackled in the lobby, and a moose's head stared glassily from the ceiling. the thunder muttered to itself over the hilltops as i strode in.
Barred: Chapter 3
Nice name; rustic, poetic. it made nomac think of acoustic guitars and plane crashes. he bet this guy liked the outdoors. he seemed nice. he bet this guy was actually nice. they were never this nice.
An Orctober to Remember
Sure, rory wasn't the rustic type exactly, but it would have been better to have been invited compared with being left alone for months.
How to Make Friends in Prison
The warden looked down at a file before speaking out in a rustic twang, "sexual predator, eh? we don't usually get your kind down here." "the fox was 15 years old and he gave consent. that's hardly a crime."
Homologous Recombination
He and kat decided to climb down it, using the rustic ladder that seemed to be over 500 years old. "lead," dunthyon said, observing the ladder, "should be sturdy enough..." dunthyon concluded, climbing down.
Act XXXI
It was like a rustic nirvana. santiago and i walked up to the front door and i rang the doorbell. when the door opened and we saw the red balrog warrior walk out of the door past us, i wasn't sure what we had arrived in time to see.