Mammon's Cold Call
The glow of gary's blood shines in the light of the artificial sun, blood slowly pooling into a drop at the tip of his thumb like dew on the morning grass before you'd drive to work. miserable, boring, clerical, soul-sucking work.
Around The Fur - Chapters 3 and 4
The numbers were hard to read, since the watch face had a bit of dew on it, but i craned my neck and was just able to make them out. "hmmm... eight-forty. when was your alarm supposed to go off?"
Beautiful minds
Roses wet with morning dew. yes that was it, the room was covered in roses, not her perfectly healthy patient's blood. it couldn't be his blood. the test results laid there, heavy in her limp hands.
Life Saver
Things aren't always what they seem :3 please enjoy and let me know what you think~ raya~_ the morning dew had begun to settle on the grass, the suns first rays starting to clear the sky.
Tamlin
Anabiel ran to the spring that morning before the dew had even dried and found one final rose, as black as a starless night, its edges touched my hoarfrost that refused to melt even in the light of the rising sun.
A new beginning: A Journey Home
.** it was daybreak, the morning dew was still wet on the grass and the air was clear and fresh.
Five more minutes, Mom!
Grass wet with dew swam around it like a sea. grass stretched on for miles. it breathed in the natural scent. vaguely, this set off something...a memory. as good as the smell was, the cold was disagreeable.
The cutie mark that couldn't be seen
Once tulip dew was inside, ponies started to disperse except for the stallion who asked if mrs tulip dew was alright. his leaf green eyes followed dream whisper as he left mrs tulip dew's property.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 123
Footprints fanning out into the dark, connecting with each other like the strands of a spider web, coming together to make something beautiful, something that could shine in the morning dew, a miracle so wonderful it was a folly to even try and understand
Aon-adharcaich
Four slender legs ending in cloven hooves step upon the fresh spring grass, wet with dew.
Sage's Story: Part 4, A Bonding Bath and A written Night
Sage i love her dearly she is my own her smile so pearly and not as stone i know that sage while quick to fight can calm her rage throughout the night the sun is rising the clock is new i see birds flying and new spring dew
Forest
She remembers when i swung on her branches in the early morning dew. and chased foxes through groves of sweet-smelling trees. but this isn't why i come back. i know there will be more bad days than good.