Until Forever
It was painful to think that all the antique wares that had been passed down her family for generations had been unceremoniously collected to be turned into munitions at a factory. she snuck around back and into the house cellar.
The Adventurers
On her head was a steel bascinet, and glued to it were two antique drinking horns. she'd found some blue paint somewhere and marked streaks across her face. "father, i've come to a decision." "little miss! go to your room and clean up right now.
The Carousel of Spirits
Her deep southern accent and antiquated mannerisms faded with time. her air of confidence had not. she was the only unicorn and clear leader of the ponies on his carousel. "will you take otter to meet the others?" artie said to silly girl.
Against All Odds: Part 41 - Final Steps
The hands of the massive, antique central clock hanging from iron rafters above the broad, polished stone floor gave the time as a few minutes after eight; a time confirmed by alexei's phone as he turned his attention back to its screen. "come on, alex!
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 11: Survivors
All mechanical, antique from my uncle." "what does it mean?" asked shadow. "getting longer?" he scratched his muzzle scar. jenny gave an audible shudder, "means it'll come again, maybe even tomorrow."
Wonderland (Wintertime Contest 2012-13)
"they sold antiques," he said slowly testing out his mouth, his voice so high he couldn't believe it was actually his speech. "i know this place. i've been here before, but it's not like this now." "you mean, when you're an old man, it's not like this.
Repercussions, Chapter 2
It had high ceilings, a lot of antique furniture, and a huge bed in the middle. a big flat screen t.v sat at the opposite wall of the bed. "you will be completely safe in here. we have guards around the house, so no one will come in.
Sky Dogs
Above me, a grey, serpent-like figure swept lazily from left to right, moving with a rhythm like the metronome of an antique clock. how strange. i juggled the stone still in my left paw and continued on the path once more.
Sirius: Book one - The Beginning: Chapter 3: The Great White North
"yeah, it's an antique too. the jewel in the crown of the twenty-second century's achievements," he boasted, his pride showing through. "if you didn't notice in the firefight, my little fighter has one too.
Cry Me a Murder, Part III - a Strange Crunching Underfoot
They've hit everything from banks to antique shops" "-and he rested on the seventh day?" "not funny," growled quinn. "they sabotage every alarm system, every sensor and cctv camera from thirty feet away, god only knows how. oh, and carter..." "yes?"
If it's Tuesday, This must be Morocco
He chided as he fumbled for an antique luger he kept in his desk drawer. "this is terribly bad form! you bring shame on the art of negotiation." before he could reach the luger he saw the small pistol in silver's paw.
Cry Me a Murder (part nine): The other side of Zero
The older ones were typed on thick, yellowing paper, the recent ones printed in inkjet with covers showing scanned images of antique artifacts. "slater came to my house a week after we rejected this."