The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Chapter II
The cat felt a surge of anger again, hot and scarlet, as he pushed himself up out of the mud, fists balled and shaking.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 12
He pulled it out of the ground and washed away the mud with the water still dripping down from above, then turned to the trunk of the great tree.
Rain in The meadows (Twokinds snippet)
She staggered back, slipped once again in the treacherous mud, and finally came to rest with her back against a tree, slumped on the ground.
The Fangshi of Hu village: Teaser
He wore the straw hat of a farmer and the same clothes as any other country peasant as the rest of the country, though they were soiled and crusted with half-dried mud.
Time Now and Time Than: it all begins somewhere
He began climbing up the hill he skidded down and gathered his bag off the sapling, it too was coated in mud and wetness. he grunted in disgust at himself for being so clumsy.
Soldier's journal (Artemisia - Prologue part 1)
Ankle deep in mud i stood, shouting orders and directing archer fire when the world seemed to turn on its head. my own men came charging back towards me from the murky night, stumbling and crying out in their panic.
Arturo and Biro go to Camp - Chapter Six
"we'll both have to help him if he gets stuck in the mud again. poor timothy.
Sleepover at Jake's
"yeah, because i was thinking about stuff." chuckled friendly, "besides, that path will be muddy, i'm gonna have my paws full pushing both of you stick-in-the-muds." "i'm not a stick-in-the-mud!" retorted jake, with a chuckle.
Journey to another world pt2 ch79
* * * (a few hours earlier) * * * all three of the mud covered people were now bending over their knees and breathing quite hard.
La Tramuntana - Chapter 1
Drama was evaporating way and so, through the mud, we continued our way north. 50 km/h was, after all, plenty enough speed. 60 km/h, as we reached an embankment. less mud, more puddles. we passed cars with bullet-holes. fuck.
The Dragon's Scale
As he stepped through the mud and muck clark had to stop himself many times from losing his lunch, the mud would occasionally bubble and let out odors which no man or animal should ever have the misfortune of coming upon. "where is this cave...?"
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 37
Sarah could see her hand in the dark, splattered with mud. the rain was washing it clean, and every now and then a drop would hit in just the right spot to make a tuft of fur jitter to the left or right.