My ending
I stand at the very edge today wondering if i shall ever fade the tattered skirting, flows with the wind holding me back.. from my treacherous end the cold stone, beneath my feet... keep them blood covered, and sore...
Kaja's Backstory, Chapter 2
Agra stood up and straightened her skirt. she smiled at the distinctive crunch of fennel bulbs coming from under the bed.
Tina's Story Chapter 52 The Great DMV Walkout of 2009
This was important since the skirt was so short there was absolutely no margin for error.
Those who Walk In Dream - Beginings, Part 2
Minks blushed harder and quickly clasped her top closed and snuged her skirt down over her legs effectively shielding herself from his gaze.
Corruption Leads Into Creation: Chapter 2
Bandits scoured the trails and skirted the boundaries of villages in search of prey. they accosted those unable to fight back.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 31)
Wow, i love your skirt!" _that is the ugliest effing skirt i've ever seen._ the menagerie of animals that crosses her path evokes countless untold aspersions from within her.
Hell on Earth. Chapter 17
"we need to find the underworld link, please," rap asked sweetly, playing with his skirt. "it's ever so important." "we're sure it is," they said softly, being nicer to rap because he was kind and gentle. "but there's directors in the room ahead..."
Chapter 3- Crystalia’s Power
Crimsa huffs but continues on, resuming her search for clothes small enough for crystalia, finding a lot of shirts as well as a couple of skirts similar to her own, but in crystalia's size, and taking flight, her mate by her side.
Kairi in a Mad World
She adjusted her pink sleeveless zip up hoodie and her pink and black skirt before resuming her strides through the surprisingly modern world.
Silver's Stories The Younger Years WIP
I took skirt out of the bag, and got it around my waist and buttoned. the whole time i could hear giggles, and rustling out side the stall.
The Message
Tanja stuck her pink tongue tip out between her inky lips, then started making her way through the mash again ahead of duna, fruitlessly holding her skirt up against the wet marshland.
A Day at the Beach
Green as the skirt was, this was a more solid color than the wash of white and gold gradient.