Werewolf woes
"i am finid" a frosty white wolf-pub said. "i am roy" a young wolf with flaming red tipped brown fur said "i am drach" a small black and brown furred elder said. "i am kadra" a grey and black elder said.
Furry Little Secret (ch.2)
Everyone stood up and filed out of the pub.
The Dragon's breath
There's a constant stream of drunken pub crawlers calling taxis or getting into a car with a sober friend.
Farewell, my detective. (Nº1)
-great, you won't need to try so hard, the pub is right over there. let me just fix you up a little bit. -she passed a delicate tissue over my face cleaning a little dirt and blood while she patted to unwrinkle my clothes.
The Curious Tale of Jack Lime, once A Sailor, as related to Amelia Eames
There were footpads aplenty in the dark alleys between eames' lodgings and the nearest pub; 'twas a wonder mr. lime had arrived with his throat and purse intact.
The Temple of Tikal
Volcan nodded in thanks to him, and stepped into the small pub to take in the interior with his eyes. inside was small and cozy.
A Beast Learns To Live - Chapter 12
Father opened the pub when he moved here with mother and valeska. he was a chef and brewmaster. mother was a merchant director with knowledge of pricing trends and logistics." she looked back down at her plate.
On Crimson tide's
It wasn't very hard sir...all i did was look around the pubs and taverns. i was bound to run in to you eventually. that doesn't explain why you want to talk to me i said. sir you are the most influential person to have ever serve in the kings navy.
New year, new life chapter 3
She thought brightly, she picked up her school bag and headed towards the local pub, hopefully they would have thrown some decent scraps out for her to eat today.
Snake Charm
As the night wore on she sifted through the memories where her father had told her stories about his wild days of drinking in the pubs back in scotland.
Dragon of Déjà vu
Published google docs version: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qiiw-ba7c3f_yd970ka2aulcyefo67nyl-blaxpgqlc/pub inspired in part by: "the tree" h. p. lovecraft "the circle series" ted dekker and some roleplaying i've been doing.
The Gray Ranger: Unforgiven, Chapter Twelve
The pub owner took a step back, his eyes wide with disbelief. "how did you..." he turned to look back at the glow of the burning jail. "you're supposed to be..." kulgan shrugged.