Galvroode Ekahshtan
He sprang to gain a little height, then let himself slip into an accelerating dive that brought him across the street and into the car park where his ride was moored.
The South Tower
"is that what the moor is? the furson trying to fix it?" "not on your sweet life," she chuckled. "ain't nobody gonna 'fix' that stuff.
One night.... (The unoficial continuation)
I scrambled around the corpse, ripping branches from there moorings in trees to attempt to hide the body for later retrieval.
The Odyssey: Act I
The snap that locked the flange at the nose of the airship to the collar atop the mooring mast caused the immense craft to vibrate for a moment.
Deteriorating
"wait, flynn like flynn moore?" the older otter asked, "as in the gila?" "yeah i guess" chase replied sheepishly. "so you're hanging out with the mayor's nephew" chase's father said in a playful deviousness, "though isn't he a bit old?
Ski Bums Chapter 1
Chevy had tried to snooze as best he could given the situation, and had been achieving some decent shut-eye until rachel moore tripped over his size-16 foot on her way to chuck a can of soda in the bin at the front of the bus.
Justifiable Suicide
My heart, his voice is often muddled, but recognition is a start, i do the best i can, to walk always in the light, i do not know his plan, it's every mortal's plight, his word is like a rock, it supports me like a post, a ship moored
A Silent Soul- Chapter 4
_elijah moore, a husky. he looks nice enough..._ noting down his phone number, i sent him a text message, and although i was nervous if he would respond or not, i secretly hoped he would. p.o.v.
A Silent Soul- Chapter 5
_single mother, last name moore... that was his mom that died in that crash!_ i immediately turned towards the door wanting to console my heartbroken roommate, but rachel grabbed my arm before i could. she shook her head gently.
One night.... (The unoficial continuation) pt2
I scrambled around the corpse, ripping branches from their moorings in trees to attempt to hide the body for later retrieval.
Scourge Second Life part 7
They made there way across the moor, at a pace that complemented cinderpelt's limp. soon they arrived at the river border, leaping across they plunged into the forest, passing a tree that smelled of owls.
Silver and Gold – Lost – ch 3
Something caught my attention in the light of the early mooring making itself known as the day began through my window, it was back.