The Cost Of Illicit Activity In Central Park
The following is the caller-side log of a 911 call processed by dispatcher emma greyson at 17:23:12 est on the 17th of may.
The Leaves of Fall Act 2: Fear the Nobodies (Part 26)
\>the vampire saunters back over to your crummy pile of sticks and logs grumbling something about getting his car back and driving it up your ass \>par the course for mike ?
D.M.O.N. - Chapter 2
Suddenly the light at the computer start flashing telling them that the others has logged in. "well, that's our queue. you two ready?" said takato and the digimons nod. "d - server ready?"
The Gift- A Gray Muzzle story
A log had fallen by the trailside, making a perfect bench for weary hikers. sitting on the log was a chubby raccoon, about his own age. jules approached him cautiously. "uh hi...." jules offered, trepidation in his voice. "oh!
Dragon's Awakening
You can't log out. you can't quit. you ain't going anywhere that you can't get to inside this world.
Meeting Fate
I browsed the latest artwork for a few minutes before ultimately deciding not to log into the chat rooms, though there were numerous invitations from friends and so on in my inbox.
Riftspace: First Contact
While we walked, i asked desen about my mission logs. “hey, so what has the directive said about the quarterly reports? you haven’t mentioned any replies in a while.”
Chapter 2: Experimentation
In the past few minutes, i'd seen lethias, tron, madius, and cole log on, so i quickly added them all to the conversation.
Lumbear-Jack Drones
That day they carried logs from one place to other to count them and then to store them to another place. that was a dumb instruction but no one complained. all big strong male did as they were told.
Partners in Crime
That was when he noticed an old log sitting by a tree stump on a ledge just a few feet below them. he got an idea. "lilly," he whispered to her. "on my signal, jump into that log down on that ledge below us."
Twisted Night: Chapter 14
She waddled over to the side of her house, where a pot sat between two moss covered logs, and above a crackling fire. “was just the last thing i needed.” “what kind of spell is it going to be?”
The masks we wear, part four
When he finally slid to a stop with his feet against the fallen log, he held still for a moment, sure he was going to feel paintballs any second.