My dad is dead (revised)
We are not the kind to mop. i decided to shake the melancholy to continue my journey, breathing deep to relinquish the hand of sorrow was squeezing my heart. its grip was already weakening. i am stronger than that.
Rebellion
Before he knew it, a silver object that looked like a mop darted behind a tree. he did not notice that a wolf was standing on its two feet right behind a tree, waiting to pounce.
Skunk Rocking Chapter 2
After a few moments he found her swiffer and the mop pads for it. by the time he finished cleaning the floor he knuckles had stopped bleeding so he put away the swiffer and made sure to wash all the blood off of his paws.
Gesture - Zerrif 1
He was a little on the short side, and had an equally red mop that was either oily and dissheveled, or gelled and just messed up. he didn't really care-- he put the book aside and cracked his knuckles. "have you, now? did you like the series at all?
The Beginning of A Bad Thing
Suddenly a tall, emaciated greyhound in a dirty brown uniform stepped in front of her holding a mop, halting shannon's pace. it was that goddamn janitor.
My Dad Is Dead
We are not the kind to mop. so i decided to shake the melancholy to continue my journey, breathing deep to relinquish the hand of sorrow was squeezing my heart. its grip was already weakening. i am stronger than that. that's why i'm a cat.
A Pokemon's Forbidden Love; ch. 1
There was neither muscle nor fat on his body; something he liked to conceal with dark clothes and a long, dark brown mop of hair which his mother despised. nothing ever changed about him.
Ch. 15: Hilfa
After the brawl last week, they were sure that the hands that were hiding out in albrand were mopped up.
Hell on Earth. Chapter 11
The display cases gleamed under the lights, the floor had been mopped and the shelves were dust-free. someone had been busy with the cleaning. he'd carefully hidden his cheap bouquet under his cloak and he hadn't changed back into his winged form yet.
Havana or Hell, part four
I looked at myself in the mirror, and a skinny guy with an unruly mop of brown hair and a haunted look in his eyes returned the gaze. failing sociology student, _check_. part-time musician,_check._ _part-time demon?
Red Wolves Ep. 1
Kane went to mop up and handle the brain, while jess entered the room. "hey, cleo?" "hm?" "thanks for helping out my comrades. if you want to join us, i'd be quite happy to-" "no. i work alone." and with that, cleo took her leave.
Shayde's Story Chapter 2
He had a mop of black hair on his head, and his bright green eyes were looking shayde up and down a few times, taking him in. shayde turned around to face him, and a blush crept into the beagle's cheeks.