Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 184
184 it was tough, climbing that dusty old ladder with only one good hand. he had to take it slow, despite the voices screaming at him to hurry the hell up, that nobody could keep banno down for long. and not all those voices were in his head, either.
The Game Has Changed - Prologue
He attempted to step out of the dusty glass encasing, but he staggered when he realized he was extremely stiff. he took a minute to let himself recover, then glanced up at the clock. the clock read 1:05 am. he had been clipped up for over 7 hours!
A Desert Weekend (Fennec Foxtaur TGTF)
He felt the skin against the car grow more callused, and as the itch started he saw dusty yellow fur start to grow from his hands and arms. "what the—" he started to mutter before an uncomfortable pressure attacked his face.
Chapter 2 - Pen#28
The two come to a doorway leading out into a dusty hallway with many other doorways leading to different areas, dusty rooms and silent tombs were they shared thoughts of the pups.
Tales of Torrnal: Chapter 1
His floors were dirty and the shop dusty. a simple brooming and opening some windows while i worked took care of that quite easily. the tannery however, was another matter.
In the World After: Chapter 5
On the floor, against the wall, was a dusty suitcase next to a tall bookshelf. the room was somewhat small and didn't appear to hold anything of interest.
Old Home, Part 4
Neil asked, as the two beat along a dusty trail in a pickup that had been parked outside the vet hospital where they'd dragged him. "you talkin' to _me_?" the redhead challenged. "hey, easy calamity jane, we're smoking the peace pipe here.
Somewhere in Nevada
Inside that cabin, a bed with wire springs creaking, dusty floorboards, and all appearance of abandonment. a single cockroach might scuttle across the wooden floor, until pounced upon by a stalking lizard.
Blackness O Thy Wings
dusty and weak like ash, but it pounds nonetheless. the pound of aves' heart is lysandora. i am the blood that keeps everything going.
Hell on Earth. Chapter 7
Rap and rave found anar surrounded by dusty old books, madly flipping through the aged pages, stabbing his neat fingernails at random pictures and passages, muttering to himself.
A Meeting
My nose was filled with the late-summer smells, dry grass, the dusty scent of freshly cut wheat, all overlaid with a freshness coming from the damp baking out of the woods under the sunshine.
Cafe
"come on, it’s a library, don’t you get strange people coming in, pouring over dusty tomes, seeking lost knowledge?" "that only happens in movies" "okay, maybe not dusty tomes, but surely there must be some people that just stand out."