The Dragon
All the tar pits were light. the poisoned spikes were starting to lose their efficiency, and the traps were all sprung. hades watched as over the traps destroyed half of his army.
STUCK
Good can inspire too, but more often than not, its drowned out by the black tar, the black tar of existentialism. this whole poem is black tar, would that make a good title? hmm where was i?
Some Kind Of Angel (part 1)
The tar and the wax made a formidable seal, but eventually it gave way. with a hollow clatter, the lid hit the floor and cracked into three pieces, sending a little scattering of glass across the rug.
Easter in Hell...
Flopsy issued a high-pitched shriek as he burned rather merrily, shrinking under my fiery embrace until nothing was left but a core of hardened tar residue.
Cockfighting
Said the red-eyed stallion with a coat slick like tar. "yes, a pity his memory doesn't last." but i did learn, and the white slapped me right fast. across the cheek with his hand. a wicked smile with silent demand.
In The Doghouse: Final Chapter
Somewhere between the fourth and fifth & final injections of mexico's best black tar, brody callison stopped breathing.
Overcasting 3: Chapter 3
"okay, tar-meena, sure. let's just get back to town; i have someone waiting for me." \* \* \*
Tour of a dog
Drops into a thick broth below and you find yourself submerged for a moment before the air inside your glass world pulls you back to the surface, a huge mass of chewed up dog food lands in the lake next to you, watching as the ball slowly sinks into the tar
Fun in the Mall
The cum took on a different texture suddenly, looking more like tar - stretchy but firm all at once. although it looked like tar... it was more like skin.
Cassandra IV
A nearby stream had changed course, gurgling slowly over the expanse of faded tar. to his surprise, a rudimentary bridge made of planks and rusted iron rods stood guard over the stream.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 12
He could feel the sap oozing over his fingers, thick and sticky, like tar. when he was done, he stepped back and looked at the single word that would serve as his daughter's epitaph. _enka_ his first daughter.
The Lead Crown: Ch 3a, "By the Spirits" (Pt 3)
Kesst sniffed the air and identified the origin of the fragrance: a thick black, tar-like substance was bubbling in a brass pot beside the low flames of the fire pit.