The first day in the bakery
Clara watched dominic set the ovens to 180c as well as preparing the cake tins. he then gave her a mixing bowl. “oh, don't worry; i've got this bit!"
A noob roleplay about dragons. Hurray!
But apparently, the sounds of the storm had obscured the tin can's noise. ache sighed and took a deep breath again, filling his lungs and then exhaling his visible cold breath.
Gone
I resisted the urge to put my paws over my ears, conscious of other travellers pressed in around me like sardines in a tin. sardines being loaded on to the shiny metal container that flew through the sky.
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\*\*\*\*\* secrets of rin tin tin \*\*\*\*\* fuehrer rinny took the lift to his private laboratories.
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With a swipe of his claw he opened the box and there was a machine made from tin. "wow, 500 years and it still looks as i remembered it!" he said pulling out a coin.
Escaping the Storm: Part 5
"i wonder what it'd be like if we were all together," erik muttered to himself, lifting a box of tinned tomatoes from his trolley and shifting over to the first gap to be filled.
Cold nights
Of doing some project where i have to write about who i am, i hate doing stuff like that so let me know what you think about this little short story the sounds of distant thunder rolled in on the sleeping town torn by war, crime and poverty, in a small tin
Rebecca's Summer Fling Part 3: A Talespin Fanfic
She unhooked the fish and placed it in a tin bucket. but when she threw the fishing line back into the water she caught kit's shorts "oopsie," she said holding his shorts in her hands.
Never Forget: Prelude: Humans
They learned to melt copper and tin first. then learned with burnt wood they could make the fire hotter and melt and shape the two into brass. they built cities and roads. never using more than they needed and even gained the respect of the other races.
Cold nights
Of doing some project where i have to write about who i am, i hate doing stuff like that so let me know what you think about this little short story the sounds of distant thunder rolled in on the sleeping town torn by war, crime and poverty, in a small tin
Terror in a World of Murky Puddles
"i sincerely hope that the god-damn tin-man came romping through here, because there should not be a horde of those damn voodoo shits outside our door!"
Theatre of War
It sailed through the air as if nothing more than an empty tin can, demolishing the storefront it ploughed into. an explosion rocked the area, blasting glass and metalwork out into the street.