A Real Soft Sell
On the other side of the door stands a little 5-year-old white fox, behind him on the step is a little red wagon full of large tins. he looks so spiffy in his scouting uniform.
Inside the Elevator
The light flickered furiously for a few moments during which the old tin rocked and rattled like it was about to collapse. then, it stopped. a pent-up gasp fled through my numb lips, and i shared a glance with the bitch.
The cruel path of survival. (Flexible infection homage)
Venture into the heart of the lions den had been a daft idea from the start but this was something and right now he couldn't be picky, slinging the tins into his backpack, he picked back up his baton, making his way back to the damaged scaffold, climbing
Fallout Tales of the Wasteland Bitch Part 4
, stimpaks and a couple of tins of cram. "great don't need to eat rat!" dogmeat gave a muffled bark dropping a slightly rusted 10mm pistol at her feet "wha-oh great boy!" she picked it up humming as she checked "damn only three bullets in it..."
Perambulation
To maintain the façade, he hand feeds her until the tin is empty, wiping her lips with the same cloth. he tosses the empty tin aside as he returns to the campsite.
31'St century fantasy things part 1
My claws were severely rounded and couldn't grab the tin's pull tab. "this is a sick human joke!" i yelled, throwing the tin to the floor in frustration.
Cat Noir in Oz
Mouth," creaked the tin man to adrien. adrien brought it to the tin man once his mouth was oiled, the tin man began to move his jaw. "m-m-my goodness i can talk again!" he gasped, "oil my arms please. oil my elbows."
The Testament of Kendall Whitaker
Before i could convince myself otherwise, i grabbed the tin by the edge, and stormed from our lab--past the eagerly awaiting goats to shovel the whole tin into their baking fire.
Behaving: An Elder Scrolls Erotica (Boethiah/Mephala)
He scrapes his fork along the pie tin to get the lingering cinnamon at the bottom. "i suppose that makes you my other mother, in a way."
Salvation of Streak
I realised she was wearing a tin foil hat. "no problem..." responded manasa, suddenly charging at her former friend.
~ Dark Horseman ~
A rusted lunch tin. something small and metallic rattled inside. the wolf’s eyes locked onto it instantly. “thief…” the word came out weaker this time. almost desperate. elias bent down and picked up the tin.
Chapter 3 - Spring Heeled Jack
Inside were tins of various foreign teas. bensley always worked through his tea like i went through water after a hot day on the job. i watched as he opened up a green tin and began to make tea.