Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 183
Luke turned towards the opposite end of the ring, looking past shadowy bags of wheat and flour at the ladder going up to the tiny room in the topmost portion of the mill, where the brake wheel was waiting, perfectly still. but not for much longer.
A New World Part 2
When we broke through the forest did i see it...fields...endless fields of wheat. only then did i remember that before alexander and i crashed, right before entering the forest i saw tons of wheat fields like the ones in north dakota or idaho.
The Avian's Apprentice: Chapter 6 - No Desire for Their Kind
The sound of rustling came from a nearby wheat field and luka poked out of the wall of wheat before her face broke into a smile. “kelkera!”
Familiar, Part 1 - Ebony
Old dry piles of wheat and hay hidden amongst the old rafters. setting him down on a pile jake wasn't awake for long. turning onto his side he dozed off on the soft pile. andreas stood watch over him.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 182
It slammed down on the rough surface, kicking up a small cloud of wheat dust, and then a face emerged from behind the stone. it was nilia, struggling for every breath.
Apocalypse, Ch. 1
The weird plastic road was in almost perfect shape, except for long cracks and fissures from which grew stalks of wheat. in fact, other than trees and some grass, wheat seemed to be the predominate plant life.
Unholy Creatures
Trampling the farmer's crops and tearing up his fences, the dragon tore through the wheat fields with apathy, approaching the pen of goats near by to it.
My Furry Love Story (part 1)
"did anyone like your wheat biscuits?" she asks "every single one of them was off the plate after the first try!" i said as enthusiastically as i could, "that's great honey, well i got to go, and its time for you to get to school, are you ready yet?"
Nature Calls: John's Transformation
“the wheat farmers don't need a shuttle crash wiping out a big chunk of their harvest income. the wheat is very vulnerable to fire at this time of year."
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 164
She tried to push it out with her tongue, but that didn't work either, and all she got for her troubles was the dry, dusty taste of old wheat.
A Single Act (Gift for TripleL)
The wheat itself nearly toppled beneath each rhythmic gust, each of the stalks meager and thirsty. papa said this harvest might be even worse than last years, if the rains didn't come.
Turkey Shoot
All around her towered stalks of wheat, reaching just high enough to meet the canopy. they bowed listlessly in the noon breeze, just as wheat always did.