To You, I Belong: Chapter 4
\*\*\* on the other side of the magazine rack, brittany remained motionless and completely silent. a very firm grip, placed over her umbrella, was just starting to be released.
Startide III -- Intro
A hiss as the pressure equalized before the two heavy airlock doors began to grind open, revealing a dimly lit entry lounge filled with two couches and several racks of robes in different sizes.
Oneshot's tale: Meeting new faces and remembering the old (rough copy)
I swung the gun to the right and hit the next one and the next. the clip ran dry and i racked back the charging handle before ejecting the spent clip and slapping an new one in its place in under a second.
Shadow Of A Doubt - Ch. 9 - A Day In Town
I run my hand along a rack full of over-coats. i pull out quickly. i forgot my claws! shit! i almost ripped this- hey! "found something?" shin's voice is happy. "yea! i think so!" i pull the black fleece-coat from the rack. it's a plain, black fleece.
The Guard Post
I grabbed a helmet, torch and a rain cape from a rack. reluctantly, i opened the door and stepped into the pouring rain. "do i need to report it?" cason asked while holding his radio. "no, i'll handle this."
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 37: Fragile Trust
Max put the final plate on the drying rack. the washtable was clean now, and washing the dishes gave him time to think. he really did not mean to shout at tom last night. it was just, work had been stressful.
The Key
I scream just as the heat transitions to pain racking across my body once more. now forced to the ground i can do little to hold back the onslaught of the moon's burn, heaving heavy breaths as the bones of my hands and feet start to crack like twigs.
Pizza Pandemonium
The five pizza boxes already stacked on the window courtesy of his boss, larry stacked them on rack on his bike and began delivering them to the customers. the first customer was steven emmerich living in house no. 7 of osprey street.
Gryphon Cooks Potatoes, Part 2 (Otherwise Untitled)
~ with the dish drying passively in the rack, she walked into the living room as silently as her feline paws could take her. it was as though she didn't even want to interrupt herself.
"The Thin Line," Part A
Only one of my colleagues chose to approach me, and dispensed the following item of wisdom: "no one likes a smart-ass, hat rack." a motto, indeed, for the imperial and royal army of faerie.
Running from what
His ribs racked as he lifted back off to run again he had no gun this wasn't going to be fun this run. it was a lie it wasn't going to end it just became more dangerous, more treacherous, the vines themselves now whines for his cries.
Gym Buddies II: Epilogue
I quickly racked my brain for it. "mason, wasn't it? yeah, i'm pretty sure it was al mason. why?" i tried to get a glimpse of the newspaper, and quickly saw that dan's gaze was focused on the family announcements.