The Socks
Lola said as she produced a black patent leather collar with an immaculately polished brass cat bell dangling from it. rika's eyes zeroed in on the bell. it was so shiny.
Chapter 1 - The Loadout
* * * #### friday, may 26, 2000 the fennec leapt out of the brass bed. "good lord, i should have been out of here by now." "oh, tyler," whined the vixen still in the bed, her southern drawl as thick as his, "must you leave so soon?"
Look, After...
The vaguest modicum of comfort, rudely echoed by garish gloss white walls, laminated particle board, brass fittings.
A Polar Bear's Christmas
A brass bar with the word "bravery" etched on it was fixed across the ribbon. _funny how life could turn on you_, he thought.
Spring Fever Chapter 2
You and mickey argued over whether brass or bronze hammers were better in english. now you’re in the parking lot, waiting for mickey so you two can go across the street to the jersey mike’s by the starbucks.
Beguile at Farpoint
Thom's eyes took a moment to adjust before the familiar glow of farpoint's dwarf star glinted off the brass and silver fittings of the colony's solar filters.
Healing Love - Chapter 29
Before i could react, pa ripped my shirt off and had forced me onto the floor with a brass object in his paw (my guess would be the broken lamp). i cried out and barked out in pain as i felt him carving into my back! "pa please stop! let me go!"
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Eight
Ornate, brass lamps set in alcoves in the paneled walls shed warm orange light. a spicy, herbal aroma wafted from censors hanging on chains in the corners of the room.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twelve
brass lamps hung from curved poles. overstuffed book cases ran around half the room, with more stacks of books piled on the floor. potted plants and flowers soaked up morning sunlight beneath several windows.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 28: Wind Over Water
They were ushered forward across the main deck, past rows of polished brass fittings and pristine coils of rope. not even a gull dared defile the railings.
Delirium
The candle sat in a small brass holder, with a simple finger loop on it.
The Ballad Of Drunken Santa
, a uniform worn by the few, holster gun and grab my keys, step into the frigid breeze, driving in my black and white i see a most amusing sight, stumbling out from a bar, a fat man walks up to his car, painted green with trim of brass