Justin's Liberation: Part 1
The pot was about to boil over where the lit couldn't suppress the buried feelings anymore. i heard laughter and i had a burning wish to tell him what i felt for him.
For The Love of a Hybrid: Prologue
He looked back to the window and grabbed a flower pot in his teeth and moved it into the small amount of sun peeking through the metal stairs leading from the floors above.
Make Me Like An Irishman
Lord, make me like the irishmen, let my reasons here be told: passion to the irishman be worth more than a pot of gold.
Cave God
In me you pour your prayers your fears as you store meat in your clay pots. i am your bear-lion-god. i am dead things. empty space. and power. what do we make next?
Viral Life
pots lined the sink and stove from the various seafood that had been cooked the past six days. first, he cleaned the pots in the sink and put them up to dry, freeing up space for the rest of the dishes.
Planter's Day Night
The pot of pasta is on the table, the pan of sauce next to it. the bread is piled on a plate, as are the fried emborels. you sit in a chair at the dinner table, eyes closed as you wait.
Chosen: Chapter Five
Tuck asked, stirring a pot hanging from a spit above the fire. "doesn't sound like an easy task to get out of a keep swarming with the alliance." fayla swatted his arm. "tuck!" "what?"
Raseri: The Unbreakable Bond (CH5)
The pot pie was one of my favorites back before i was changed. i can remember standing in line for it hopping around trying to contain my excitement.
Lonely Oak Chapter 87
The only noticeable change on the outside, was of hanging potted flowers. they had been changed from poinsettias to sweet pea vines, that spilled down from the pots like braided locks of hair. the boy was a little worried about a bee stinging him.
Christmas Story
"you will not use that kind of language in this house," she says grabbing the pot in a hurry. "sorry mother," i said weakly as i grab my coat and open the door. i stayed silent for most of the car ride.
Breakfast in Bed
Coldeyes scraped the gluggy-looking oatmeal into two more bowls, trying not to slop any over the sides, and dumped the pot into the sink. shi brought out the brown sugar, and a bottle of syrup as grill distributed hir waffles between two plates.
Love is Color Blind Chapter 3: Communication
He then went into the mini kitchen and grabbed a pot, two mugs, milk, and hot chocolate mix, and began heating the milk on the stove. lastly, he double checked his phone for their schedule.