Immortal, Season 2 - Chapter 19 - Revelations Amongst Frauds
Her hooves stuck to the wall like glue making serveti raise his eyebrows. "what is this sorcery?" he growled.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 4)
'the last time we met,' i said, 'i think he tried to glue my tail to a bench in a bus stop.' this again overwhelmed anna with laughter, her shrieks echoing back off houses and the church. 'stop...
Chapter 1: The Introduction
She usually stuck to him like glue. ''ebelle! you can come out now! it's just akachi and a friend of his!''
The Gun Bunny Chronicles - 2: All I Want for Christmas...
He re-appeared a few second later and uncorked the super glue. leaning over, he gently applied a little line in a circle and set the tree in it, twisting for good measure. "fuckin a, man. this thing rocks." she nodded and ducked into her room.
Venturing: Crush Night
But my mouth remained sealed tight as if someone had stuck glue inside of it. preventing me from speaking the words. however, i struggled to say the words. stuttering and speaking incomplete sentences were the result of things before yang pressured me.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book II Chapter 10
The substance was moist but at the same time quite sticky, it almost felt like some kind of glue. hunter wasn't really an expert in herbalism, he could of course prepare a simple ointment that would somehow help to heal his wounds but nothing like this.
Isolation-Excerpt 13-Force Recon
"probably", i said standing, and walking over to the melted flesh, which was almost like glue in it's consistence, "this is really weird too...waste of some kind?" "no", mike said, "look at the color. it would be darker if it was waste."
Family Days 3
Marion felt his tongue glue itself to the roof of his mouth and he looked over at chris. the wolf was currently hugging someone who was probably his aunt. how did this all happen?
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 3(.2)
It is the glue of life, the cup that holds the elements together and apart. trying to describe it is like trying to give words to love. we know of it, what it means, but cannot truly know it until it is experienced. spirit is in us all and yet not.
My dad is dead (revised)
Not a pretty mosaic, but a ragtag set of broken parts picked up and half hazardly put together with the glue of despair to build an incomplete image, still just broken parts if you looked too closely. but it was something.
My Dad Is Dead
Not a pretty mosaic, just a ragtag set of broken parts picked up and put together with the glue of despair, incomplete, still broken. but it's a start... that brings me now... my dad is dead.
Snowlit Dawn - Book 2 Chapter 8
She giggled, practically licking her lips, "if you want to show me something, big guy, it's gotta be in here~" "you need not glue yourself to your console," sabre groaned, rolling his eyes and contemplating retuning to his quarters, or perhaps heating the