The Winter Garden Chapter One
Verex wandered the gardens anyway. eventually he found him. a little human sitting beneath an apple tree. painting. not playing swords. not chasing servants. simply painting butterflies landing among the flowers.
Three Lovers
The sabertooth led with slow strides through the garden, but ended up in a far corner guarded by shrubs and annual flowers. “ah, much better.”
The Gardens: My Hero
#1 of the gardens samuel hunt grumbled to himself as he walked through the thick jurassic jungle. the scientists at the j.a harding paleoecological gardens and research facility, really outdid themselves this time.
Lighting the Garden
A garden party, pony play and that he didn't want to know the method of death till it was happening.
Gustav & Mikail: The Femboi Gardens
He'd made it into the gardens. he was in paradise. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "well seems you didn't lose me, sweet heart welcome to the garden's."
Dirt Garden (poetry)
My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, alive and wild, more so than tended rows in growth, has died. i killed them a little, the crab-grass clumps, datura and nettle. "time and time, i commit these small murders, to whose benefit?"
Vivid Dreams Pt. 1 - Garden
As soon as kehau arrived home, she flopped down on her bed, and sleep quickly claimed her. \*\*\* kehau loved her garden; the garden she tended in her dream, anyway.
Silver Stream Memory 22
"yes, behemoth after the garden of eden i hope to be ready," i went on speaking. "oh, remind me to show you our garden of eden," behemoth remarked deliciously. "got it, will do," wri responded and left with ava aside her.
Meeting
The gardens had been only the start, and they had been marvelous. flowers of all colors, smells, and sizes, with petals blowing in the breeze, and more types of trees than she had ever known to exist.
Tending to the Nins Garden
I was a human mount, buried underneath a syquins garden of sin. our scents combined into one, an almost indecipherable undertone. i let the muscles of my body go lax, only allowing my breath to be an uplifting counter to her emergent grinding motions.
"The Thin Line, Part WW (and conclusion)
The gardeners here know what they're doing."
A Thorny Love Story Part 3
I have stayed in my garden for 100 years and you came in and..... i like your chatting, and company and i i do not want to go back to my garden knowing it will be silent without you there."