Grenzen
A rush of those wearing red in both clothing, and in matted fur, started every one of my limbs trembling. the calling cries of those directly involved, dustiest of all, visibly distressed, distorted into noise ringing in my folded ears.
On the Grape-Vine
The path had certainly changed, in those past months.
Jeremy 009; Out Of The Shadows
those who would actively prey on the smaller were for the moment without any leadership. on the other paw those that were always the targets of such activity had never had anyone they could look to as a leader.
Art
those with a story to write and those with a drawing to take flight take the the time to let us see the beauty within, that is my plea.
Bahamut's Light: Chapter 4
He ordered the three other guards into action, to round up a handful of volunteers, "by the stars we'll take those weapons out from those bastards fingers!" "i thought you hated lumarians?"
Birdsong, Part 2 [Commission]
It _wasn't_music, was the thing: every time he heard those sounds, those little tweets and chirps and cheeps, it tickled at something in felix's mind and memory, and yet he knew that those weren't sounds he'd ever heard anywhere else.
Unstable Future - Chapter 2
those days went by fast.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 50
But those words, those two precious words were like a shining beacon in the darkness. all the strength ran out of her legs and she dropped down to her knees, feeling the cold bite of snow against her legs. "banno...?"
A Folded Bird
And, oh, as for those aforementioned darker thoughts, all the baggage, all the burdens: if he went out, one day, in his winter coat, into the morning snow, and carried with him all those things. all those darker thoughts. all those bagged burdens. his.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 49
But those words, those two precious words were like a shining beacon in the darkness. all the strength ran out of her legs and she dropped down to her knees, feeling the cold bite of snow against her legs. "banno...?"
Beware of cougars CH1 PT3
"for those of the slave trade it has been one long night of screams." the end of chapter 1 part three
Beta Decay: Rian's Essay ---Part 3
History doesn't remember those who read the books, sometimes history doesn't even remember those who write the books, but history always remember those about whom the books are written. one big mockingbird down, only billions left.