Unimportant Verse 2
#2 of unimportant verse about important people resuscitating ancient coins in class, we learned, takes a toothbrush and olive oil. slow, steady strokes across, around... soft bristles dislodging soil one speck at a time.
Elder Scrolls Story: Burning the Nest
A line of oil ran all the way down, and they could hear it hit the bottom and explode. he turned to serrek with a smile, gesturing at the slicked-up chute. "together?" "sure."
Fizzing Legacy (Otherwise Untitled)
~ "that stuff tastes like burnt transmission oil smells, you know?"
Life in the Apocalypse: Chapter 8
And he countered by creating a pillar of oil that snagged me from midair, and flung me to the side. but as i was falling, it gave me an idea. "harry, shoot the oil tower!" i said as i landed on the ground.
Starlight Part 4
The three part with their see you laters with bensen wanting to give his mom a hug, but the oil on his outfit would ruin her dress as a result.
Chronicles of Trisha Talon - Book 1 - Chapter 4
Each foot of deck i moved across, the wind tried to rip me away; my oiled satchels had fantasies of becoming poor makeshift sails flailing behind me.
Sarah and Sam
I would not invade china for lots of rice, i would not invade africa for all its spice, i wouldn't conquer canada for its oil, i wouldn't conquer russia for its soil.
War of Extremes
Sky pengs soak the snow in crude oil to mark their territory, although that always gets covered in new layers of snow. land pengs fire rockets into the sky so as to deny the night. eventually, both will run out of their territorial tools.
Sieg and Marien - A Basitin Love Story - Part 22 - Embers are Stoked
Immediately, the thick, pungent oil rolled across the floor, quickly seeping into the deck boards and soaking into the ropes holding down the cargo.
Nightmare's Wings
One day their skin shines with a pastel glow amongst an atmosphere of flow'ry gleam until smiles swoop down like weeping willows creating coal and oil in violet streams.
Rescue
The scent of oils and spices filled her nostrils, and she made a low sound of pleasure. "i see you're wearing my favorite tonight. wind on the dunes." "i still think the name is ridiculous. i've smelled that wind.
Time Now and Time Than: it all begins somewhere
He reaches for a bottle of oil and begins massaging it into his fur. as he washes the oil from his fur, he murrs and relaxes, dunking his head under the running water. he hisses as the water stings his open wound on the back of his head.