Cross to Bear Part Two
He felt an unusual desire to see the child, wondering if the adolescent had fared well in his absence.
Full Contact Science!
A burst of emotion from the youngling lit up the entire sky of her constellation as the progress passed from child to child and digger and human and all.
Pokemon Story - The Crooks and The Krookodile Ch. 1
Black lung done be a horrible thing to go through, and i don't want a child's life--much less one of my own--be on my conscience." a child's life on his conscience, he thought.
An Extra-Ordinary Story!
Obviously, the kid with the charmander lived here.
Family Matters - Thursday
A child, male, human. the pickup's driver is human, female, in no condition to tell us about a kid." standing he began following the track at a slow jog, his eyes cast down.
Koji's life
The child froze with fear. as the ceiling started to fall i did the only thing i could think of at the time. i jumped on top of the kid shielding his body with my own. i could feel my body getting cut open by the falling debris and soon i blacked out.
Filling the Void - Chapter Nine
"no," the teacher said, calmly, "he came to me like any respectful _varius_ child would, to an adult. you are a _sapiens_, and you behave like a _sapiens_ child.
The Cohen Loop, Intro
With phins, just as it is with humans the parent who carries the baby to term is expected to be the one to give birth, so to are they expected to nurse the child and maintain care of the child.
Struggles of Power - Ch.1: Rivalry
Aelrios and vylria stood silently as she approached, while the child stepped forward with a smile and yelled back, "mom!"
The Tower
The child stared sullenly at him, teary-eyed. his legs trembled under their own weight and so the bear leaned in further and wrapped his arms around the small boy. dismayed by how gaunt the child was for his breed.
A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 7
"sorry kid," she said lightly with that eerie familiar voice. "you were staring. it's not polite." i shook my head, rubbing my cheek with a hand. "sorry," i said.
You Can Never Go Home
The curved glass sheeting had drummed with the big fat wet drops and he'd been afraid, afraid like it was gunfire - though he'd never been afraid of gunfire as a child.