The Human Species Ch.95 - Will: Autonomy vs. Shame and Doubts
The world was just as dreary as he remembered, sitting alone with a few crates, an empty bottle of beer and a decently sized mirror. _is it ok for me to continue being me?_
Loveless Incantation: Final
After all…" i glance at a smaller crate in the corner, noting the fresh food and clean water stored inside. "that'll go to waste otherwise." bane's gaze shifts toward the crate. for a moment, he just stands there as his head lowers.
Stellar Wayfarer: Six
Apparently he had noticed me trying to stay out of sight behind one of the piles of crates near the door in the cargo bay.
Black Meridian 06: Old Guns
Fletcher's breath caught and his muscles tightened, his body trying to shrink further down behind the pile of crates he now crouched behind.
City of Light Chapter 7: Bravery
He grave a pull, and the top of the crate came right off smoothly. he almost fell over with the little effort that had been required. arcturus put the cover down and peered down into the crate with bated breath.
Something Old, Something New
Add to that hundreds of crates, boxes and canisters, well... i let him get himself in order before we headed down the stairs. the first thing i wanted him to do was look over my cycle.
Between Winters, part VIII
- - - sebastian returned a few days later, this time carrying a wooden crate, and before victor could intervene, sebastian had cleared a large area on the desk with one sweeping motion of his hand, sending an assortment of pens and inkwells crashing
Going Concerns (Chapter 4)
It might not be in this crate." he put the first bag of cereal back in the box, then paused, squinting into it. then he got down on the floor and looked straight at the box's underside. "or it might be under this crate's...false...bottom. ha!"
Happy New Years Mikey
Foxy sat on a crate inside pirate's cove, tapping the ground with his mechanical foot. it had been days and mike hadn't returned to the pizzeria. "he promised." foxy continued to say to himself. "he promised he'd come back."
Silver Lining (Chapter 5)
\> "loading crates. big fucking crates." \> "like a lot of shit on them?" \>she shakes her head again. \> "no, i mean tough. like, you couldn't shoot through it tough. by the looks of it they ain't light either." \> "markings?"
Fable Part 1: Road to Silver Pine
Now, the young border collie was sitting in the back of the crate with his other siblings and a sore rump.
Aftermath - Opportunity
I put everything away carefully and locked the crates before turning and heading back to the shop's interior.