2:9 Falling Away
#9 of the underground part 2: pitch black pitch black _is the second arc of the underground series_ _chapter 9 of 22_ falling away the blue vixen sat uncomfortably at the bar in _delirium_. she hated this part of her life.
Seekers: Chapter Six: The Great Hunt
I opened my eyes and saw a completely white floor, which completely contrasted with the pitch black sky overhead. there was a grey line in-between the two, which constantly shifted around to block my vision wherever i looker.
Friends reunited (Richard and the Fae - Ch10)
Of course, when the fae let out a sudden, high-pitched squeal, the illusion was only reinforced.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 30
The wolf began to pitch forward, and the sight of that ghastly hole in his neck coming straight for her did something to unlock her voice.
3 - In Harm's Way
Shouts emanated from the alleyway, followed a split-second later by a high-pitched whine, similar to the particle rifles.
Electro Love Pt 2
He asked in a high pitched voice. "because i said so.....now!" she yelled. len stumbled out the door and started making his way to piko's house.
Creative Writing Prompt #1: Subject Analysis
He laughs, and the sound is a constantly resounding pitch that rings pleasantly in your ears. he leans back against the faded blue wall of the school hallway, with his legs lying beneath him, tucked in close to him.
Maycor and Demaeter II
Her soft growl went up and down in pitch with each beat as she rode atlas's tail. meanwhile, perhaps inspired by the quick pace of the music, jarzyl had finally managed to catch maycor.
Chapter One
My room was pitch black, the moon being the only occasional light as the clouds drifted past. my mind wandered to the wolf with the blue eyes. he was the only one i could see, and i could only remember his eyes at that.
Arthur
Facts- his parents are in their late 40s he is panisexual he loves pancakes and sweets he speaks english and japanese he speaks in a normal american accent that can get a bit high pitched because he is a bat pedro is 21 his blood type is b- and is right handed
a poem for sass
Flower who petals i could pluck myself day in day out ganging her mouth tying her to the bed taking her as mine and mine aloe pulling her head wiping her back and her ass forcing my self inside her every being her muffled cries gaining speed and pitch
Live life.
Bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; if you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss