File #9
He looked to the corner of the shack, a collection of laundry was collecting them before it was about to be obviously washed. on the top of the pile was an outdated starfleet jumpsuit.
Stray Dogs
After about an hour of moving my small collection of trash-pillaged keepsakes around to various locations, i sighed. boredom was becoming more of a menace than the cold, nowadays.
The Temple of Tikal
Volcan collected himself and reached out to take his hand, shaking it. "pleasure to meet you, ordagova," he said.
Scales and Honor: Dragon's Paladin: Prologue
Among the darkened trees of the forest was the collection of lights that signaled the party of mortals someone was watching out for them.
The Zeevan Conflict - Chapter 2
He collected some large rocks and assembled a fire circle, where he then stacked up some of the smaller branches and twigs that vahn had collected. "do you have flint and steel?" caylen asked over his shoulder.
Dragon's Paladin: Prologue
Among the darkened trees of the forest was the collection of lights that signaled to the party of mortals that someone was watching out for them.
Twisted Night: Chapter 7
Just because she would accept their gratitude didn't mean the collection of mortals didn't make her her heart beat faster, and eyes watch every little movement they made.
Against All Odds: Part 6 - Close Encounters
Light wood-panelled walls accompanied deep green carpeting, with a collection of mostly unoccupied tables organised throughout the room. a wide-ranging collection of sports memorabilia adorned the walls: jerseys, flags, team photos and the like.
A good read
He says the woman offers a small nod, not bothering to reply as she gets back to cataloging some of the other books in her collection.
Memento
He would read to her from his collection of wondrous books, which lined the floor to ceiling rosewood shelves of the room, as he sat in his antique red velvet chesterfield armchair.
Part 7
"i've come to collect a little present," he smiled, "that must be for me." the sound of metal on metal met his hyper-sensitive ears, and before any of them could draw their weapons, he had shot them all dead.
The Natural Selection - Prologue
**three years ago** henry pronghorn was never one to boast about the qualities people claimed he had, yet even he, though modestly, admitted his uncanny ability to maintain his cool, collected persona even when faced down by a hall of expectant eyes.