The Start of Something
It all began on a typical summer afternoon... the sun blazed on as another hot summer afternoon carried on. an orange fox slowly made his way up a hill next to a busy street.
Ember Tails, ch2 (pt.4)
He knew the students would all be on facebook that afternoon, though, so thursday would be the test of their actions.
Surface (Chapter 13)
Boko had spent the afternoon dismantling the truck to bring its parts down to be thrown in a corner pile and finding the perfect spot in noah's vault for each and every one of his new acquisitions.
Scarred Love (Page Three)
It had gotten to be afternoon by the time i found the road, and began walking on it about half an hour ago, it was tiring, i was tired and wanted to rest dreadfully, but i knew i had to move forward. "keep going." i encouraged myself pathetically.
Work-end out of sight
:s i wrote it an afternoon when i was really fed up with homework and "important" meetings etc. i was kindof mad at real life and wanted to dwell in the arts, but had no time for it :-/ enjoy and feel free to vote/comment.
End of the line
Saturday afternoon, the clock struck one. here it comes, they're dropping the bomb.
'Fair' Judgement
Well, she'd been walking around all afternoon today, right? maybe if she went and got something to eat quickly, she could find a crowd or something to do the plug in...
Crazy but physco
It was one o clock in the afternoon and i was wondering where he is. shadow is more physco than me he probably be attacking people randomly. i slowly put my head on a pillow and texted him. rupert:babe,where are you??
Six Word Stories
· teacher and student: a lustful afternoon.
Choose your own Path pt14
"good afternoon, adventurer. must you leave so soon?" **you know it's the master. stop and wait to hear what he has to say** **or** **make an excuse and run for it.**
Chapter 1
_ _recreating snapshots of 8 years hence_ _in public transit daydreams, during the afternoon's hue_ _i must confess i time travel every single time_ _to the moonlight pouring down the arc of your back_ _as all communicative functions start to fail me_
Wrench and Drive (Otherwise Untitled)
~ out behind him and under the weighty afternoon sun sprawled an endless horizon of gnarled bush and grass, a weathered set of park tables flanking the car's proximity.