Chapter the Fourth: Ghosts
The farmer and his wife found their way wearily to bed at the end of yet another day in their difficult, but happy and simple lives.
Business Manager in a Barn
What was he, a farmer? hah, not in ten lifetimes. he was a fucking business manager. had been for over ten years and he was bloody good at his job. didn't his boss tell him just last month that he was the best man in the house?
Tales from the DHA city: the dragon refugee (part 1?)
Likely, that dragon hadn’t survived the massacre the same ‘farmers’, as the humans close to them were often called, did on them. now he had done it though. but he was too afraid to accept living next to humans.
Reaching for the Stars - Chapter 19: Intercultural Festival
Somehow it reminded him of javanese farmers, even the farmer's hat. "yeah?" he answered. "we are opening in half an hour." tom nodded. "make sure the entrance is already clear. the japanese and ethiopian booths should be ready soon, right?"
Season of the Pumpkin: A Drabble of Terror
Never trust old friendly farmers, people. that's horror 101. farmer maine was an old cougar that took great pride in his pumpkin patch. the few neighbors that he had always said that he grew the best pumpkins in west virginia.
The Lord Tiranis, An Origin, Book 5 (part 2 of 13)
The farmer wouldn't appreciate the burned trail if el called a flame to him, so he took out the flint and his knife.
Surprise Visit Gone... Wrong?
The farmers in the area would keep coming back for tanner's apple pies and steaks, and soon enough, tourists would visit from the increasing reputation as well.
The Last Dragon part 4
Using her superior eyesight, she watched as a man surprised a pair of soldiers and drove a pitchfork into one of them, the other was quick to draw his sword and slash the farmer's chest open. the sight of spurting blood made hylena gag.
The Forgotten 1: Edge of the World
A farmer set out an killed one of those blasted net breakers that was robbin him of his catch an brought the dragon back ta his farm to skin.
Ash and Song Chapter Four
A small crowd had gathered already—two farmers, a pair of woodcutters, and a nervous boy holding the reins of a mule that stamped restlessly beside the tipped lumber cart. the man on the ground groaned.
Quandro Llegare Al Bohio? (When Is my Return Home?)
With a ceiling of profit, some of the farmers didn't work once the government quota was reached- no reason to work any harder without any reward.
Working Out the Beast
He pushed through another corner, growling as an old farmer at the end of a long day pulled onto the road, moving far too slowly and far too close for comfort.