City of Light: Chapter 56
Rolling fields of wheat swayed like a sea of liquid gold, the occasional farmhouse peering through with chimneys lazily spewing smoke.
Counter Earth Chronicles Chapter 133: Today, Tomorrow, Forever (Our Resolve Part Five)
“investigation 272 we are here at a small farmhouse in the countryside of world one at the request of steven cheetah who has asked for assistance." “that is peyton palla at the start of the shadow chaser's investigation."
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 17: Bite
He had returned that day in the farmhouse. "you'll come back, shadow. i'll be here when you do," i whispered into his ear. "done?" i distantly heard helaina ask. i looked up to see her staring at me.
The Gate-Way Revisited: Chapter 2 Skies On Fire
Setting his book down on the old wooden table, it top scarred and burned from years of hard use, he looked around the old farmhouse kitchen. his eyes drifted past the old wooden cabinets that he and his father had made before things had gotten bad.
Chapter 5 - Poetry
. > > my little horse must think it queer > to stop without a farmhouse near > between the woods and frozen lake > the darkest evening of the year > > he gives his harness bells a shake > to ask if there is some mistake.
"The Thin Line," Part EE
After washing up at the well (clear, blessedly pure water and very cold), we trooped into the burrows farmhouse.
The Last Malchix Night
Their target was an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. there was no light from it, but smoke came from the chimney. he would have sneered but the wrappings to keep the dust out were too tight. just like the boarding on the farmhouse windows.
"The Thin Line," Part BB
The driver for the most part limited himself to tuneless whistling, though at stops on the journey, he did point out a farmhouse or two, visible behind waist-high mossy stone walls.
Sepia-Hued Dangers
In a little farmhouse. the baby in a crib in a room with sky-blue paint ... bird feeders on the porch." he closed his eyes. "and ... " he took a breath, eyes watering (even while closed) as he spoke.
Potato Soup
It was january, and the modest kitchen of their hoosier farmhouse was warm and cozy with the scents of fur and food, post-christmas memories (they'd taken down the tree this morning), and of a new year's full-spread, horizon-hung promise (but, then, promise
"Wishful Thinking" (Male Anthro Wolf/Feral Wolf TF)
The balls of flame and gas seemed to dance and twinkle before sam as he looked upon the forest and onto the pasture and the farmhouses and other houses along the distant country roads lit up for the night.
Clipped Wings
It came completely out of the blue, literally and figuratively, as one fateful morning a messenger pigeon descended from the crystal clear summer skies onto the front porch of your family's farmhouse, carrying in his weather- and wind-proof bag a plain white