A Journey Begun - Chapter 17 - Know Your Enemy
* * * the dojo was almost trashed. i thought that from the broken glass out front and the state of the interior, but what hurt more was that the till was trashed. nothing left. "shit."
Poem #16: Life
#16 of poetry self-explanatory _life_ days pass by why do we die every day is so listen with sigh verdict is in account for your sin this treasure will go into the trash bin values passed on memories will spawn fruits will sew
Emulation Practice: Macro Cricket
There among the petty trash were enchanted pebbles; he knew them for their enchantment on account of them tumbling over a cricket.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Twenty Five
The overpowering scent of garbage and other nastiness prevented me from sniffing to make sure nobody else was nearby, but nobody called out when i stealthily made my way across the house.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Twenty One
Why was i surrounded by trash? "give me a minute." "oh, i know you did _not_ just say that," the woman said, and i could almost hear the finger wag in her voice.
Scars Ch. 7
"even though the town is a cesspool of gangs and trash, it still somehow is able to be beautiful up here," patrick says. "it's magnificent," i said. "this roof always was my way of cheering up," chris says.
Run: One helluva mess.
After a decent time, maybe fifteen minutes, he stood back up and resumed tunneling through the rubbish. he found the icebox, humming quietly, in the back corner of the shed.
Preperation for tommorow
#2 of battle book **a wow fanfiction, second part so far, dont worry it will pick up, please vote and reveiw, even if you think this is rubbish, then i know not to jam uf yiffstar with rubbish, thx** the plan was settled upon, these pesky centaurs had
A Lucky Day
The small sharptooth screamed in surprise and trashed in the limbs holding him. the world spun around as he was take from the ground and slowly raised higher and higher. he stopped struggling after a while to look down.
Chapter Twenty-Three (Wendell)
"angie said there was a photo of jani in an old building, all the cabins we stayed at were trashed and spray painted, someone left a map and coordinates. why? did they not tell you about that?" i wonder.
Clean-Up on Aisle 1
"why am i always the one who has to haul out the trash?"
Different Sizes, Chapter One
Had anyone any intelligence, they would've imagined it to be a snake, maybe some large scorpion nesting itself pretty well between one piece of garbage and another's silver packaging.