Aatuylvan Anthem
-\*- within our forts of living stone, built by the trials of blood and bone, we face all foes until the end!
Trick and Treat: Part One.
Still, on some level i was right; there were a couple of security guards that would come in on saturday evening to hold the fort, a few hours pay was slightly cheaper than what it would probably take to fix up a percentage of this library, should it be damaged
Dreamland
She would sneak out of the house at night just to sleep here in her fort." sunset pointed towards a shabbily built hut. "even when it was raining. she said it made the air smell better." "it does smell and feel good here."
Honor Above All Else
"mind holding down the fort while i grab a coffee?" kitt asked. "sure thing cap'n."
Saga of the Dark Skald - The Guilder.
They stretched for several leagues to either side of the crude artillery fort. within the trenches stood the massed ranks of blue uniformed soldiers of the guild. each creature was a volunteer from the free city states.
The Shadow Under The Moon, Preface
These gods wandered from place to place, never resting in one place for more than a forte-night. when the gods met, they talked instead of battling each other, even those who hated each other.
No More
And to the rhytmn of the music: "(intro) here we go, here we go letting go, letting go (verse 1) nine years old in a motel six me my mom's and my little sis need my own space, didn't wanna share the bed took towels and sheets made a fort
I Dreamt of Wasps - Chapter 1
The fort had always looked imposing to max, but the castle built with sandy stone in front of him made the fort look weak.
Thunderstorm
"then we can build a fort in my bedroom with sheets and couch cushions," kirron suggested, grinning. "i love you, my fuzzy-roo," roko kissed his boyfriend. "since we first said that six months ago, i'm sure we've said it a hundred times by now."
"Who's The New Kid?" [Part 1]
Mornings were not my forte. the only class worth getting up for today was music, and only because i get to sit and play my guitar, a gibson les paul special ii, for an hour under the guise of practising my composition.
Fat Bear Week: Night of the Living Starches
The warm, bright interior colors of my commonwealth science vessel were exchanged with the dull metallic grays of a federation frontier colony that was as much a military fort as it was a civilian settlement.
Cloricia "Tex" Teixeira: Growing up 8 part 2
Gossip wasn't her forte. cloricia still kind of laughed a bit. maybe the bear was starting to take affect. "anyways....the season isn't over yet.....we're still in it. right?" emina held out hope as much as her teammate. "yes.