MoonDust, Chapter 33
Standing under a maple, josh and their mother smiled up at her. and sandwiched there between them, imogene smiled too. her year-and-a-half ago self stood clean and proud in her pressed-perfect khakis, ready to go out and do what was expected of her.
Shining Aura: Tony's Journey Chapter One: Emerald Eyes
My mom was standing in front of the stove making my favorite breakfast, french toast and pancakes with butter and maple syrup on the side. when she heard me enter the kitchen, my mom turned and smiled brightly at me.
Savannah Blues (Prelude). Chapter One.
Isaac just rolled his eyes figuring their were more important things to do than have these flour and buttery pancakes covered in maple syrup be healthy for ones "body and soul".
"The Thin Line," Part M
Nbsp; the scale of the map was sufficient that you could not only pick out the obvious realms - king adler's demesne was coloured a dark red, and spread over the map like a gigantic fall maple
Flora: Painted Journey Chapter 3
A dread maple dog with writhing parasitic briar patches on its back yowling at her until it was cut in half. nearly being caught only to be saved by someone who had been originally attacking the ship.
Johnathon, part 1
On top of the table was a huge pile of pancakes and maple syrup. i was salivating at the sight of it. "here, have a seat." i started to get my food, but she interrupted me. "don't worry about it, i'll get it for you."
MoonDust, Chapter 6
She pictured them together somewhere with grass and maple trees, laughing, playing tag. not an unpleasant prospect, but the certainty with which victor was set on it troubled her a little.
Journey to another world pt2 ch61
One i'd just freed had what looked to be pink hair with four dreadlocks that attached to the top of it's head with the color seeping down the front of it's head to it's mouth, a deep red ruby set in it's forehead, and two tails that had what looked to be maple
Were I Home for Christmas...
Pancakes with real maple syrup and a dusting of powdered sugar; scrambled eggs with diced veggies, salt and pepper and fresh baked cinnamon rolls was the morning's planned feast.
Silhouette of a Dream Chapter I
There were a variety of trees: live oaks, maples, beeches, as well as a single pine, which was by far the largest and oldest tree. it stood in the yard of the house across the street from the fox.
The Carousel of Spirits
Artie worked day and night, chipping away at the pieces of hard maple wood that turned into hooves and legs, muzzle and ears, strong back and flipping tail. curling wood chips littered the floor, and the smell of sawdust mingled with sea salt in the air.
Kenapocomoco
And maples, too. but, being on the cusp of winter, the trees had lost their flaring, bursting leaves. had long since lost their lush, summer greens. they were bare, now, in humble respite. in hibernation. in wait. standing like sparse sentinels.