Kobold Krafts (on your day off)
Andrew's van was gone, as was his ratty little apprentice, leaving yelz all by her lonesome. "you poor thing…" the newly repaired acura held no response for her. no words of affection nor touch of support, only the cold rumble of an engine.
A Slippery Situation - Chapter 1
Tom affectionately pat of the chevette's window-frame, feeling a grim sense of respect for the beaten-up, rusted, ratty black-spot in general motors' history that had defied the odds to get him home safely. he bit his lip, sighing forlornly.
The Felicity of Dusk
I'd be surprised if that ratty old thing lasted the semester." zion stood there a moment, fighting off self-consciousness, before repeating curtly. "i'm comfortable with it on."
The Leaves of Fall Act 3: Something That Matters (Part 2)
You stammer, shucking your ratty hoodie and whipping it onto the sink \>“good," anon says with a flatness to his tone. “just don't clog the drain with fur." \>"r-right!"
Beasts, Arc I: Un-Bear-able (Part 3)
A couple of joggers were running down the pavement with headphones in their ears, while cindy moved past a presumably homeless man sleeping on a bench with no shoes on and a ratty coat as his blanket.
The Fluffiest Punks - Chapter One
Quickly and silently, tart pushed the ratty covers away from him and climbed to his feet. he hadn't bothered to get undressed before he crawled into bed. he picked up his straw hat, jammed it on his head, and slinked out of his small hut.
Prom Night
But breathing in hard, she reached for the comb and pulled it back over her head, to smooth her ratty, tattered hair back down. the soap had not worked as advertised, it was still less than perfect, or even her best.
Cora's Gambit Sample Chapter
An image flashed in her mind of jennifer laid up in the ratty bed, bound in blankets and still shivering. crying from the pain or babbling between fleeting moments of lucidity. the image stabbed cora in the heart.
Scrapped Story #3
Looks like a beakless parrot in a suit of used armor and ratty cloak.” baxtor remarks approaching victor. with a flick of victor’s wrist the orange blade on his hip comes to life once more, the color of flames and dusk returning to the night.
Blue Earth
He pulled the ratty old hoodie over his feline face, darkening his yellow, aimless-looking eyes. he pushed off of the brick wall with one stiff paw, the other bunched into the one whole pocket of his blue jeans.
Mrs. Herrman
Diana laughed, yanking open the front of the offices fireproof safe and pulling out a stuffed triceratops which she placed on the corner of the ratty old couch.
It's a... Date?
"you need some new stuff, xzeph, your shit's getting ratty." "hey!"