Downfall
A deep, gritty voice said through the darkness "i suppose i am getting hungry." the voice startled lucas "show yourself!" lucas had his sword drawn, his comrades were also on guard "come face us coward!" "as you wish."
LLST #10 ~ In Dreams
The parts soon firmed into a gritty paste. a hard wrapping came at the door, the unmistakable sound of knuckle on wood. "_enter._" he spoke more deliberately than before.
George Fox's Boot Log
If you want the nitty gritty details i left out, read that story.
Ten Miles to Austin. Chapter 2.
Chapter 2 gets us into the nitty gritty. hope you enjoy!
The Madness of Mrs. Frank
The chalk in my paw was gritty and made the black sleeve that went to my elbow white half up my forearm. at least it matched my natural color scheme.
Sulphira's War: Chapter 3
"i hate those, they're too...gritty," she said. celina laughed. "good morning, my lord," jallek greeted them warmly. they all looked surprised. "good morning...jallek," zellamus said hesitantly.
The Madness of Mrs. Frank
The chalk in my paw was gritty and made the black sleeve that went to my elbow white half up my forearm. at least it matched my natural color scheme.
Faraways (Working Title) - Chapter Zero: Aniro Sukuro
On top of that, there were buildings all around me, but these were immensely high, almost like a citadel...but much more gritty just from how it looked.
Some thoughts from the brink. ( supplimental)
Even if you scrub, that gritty feeling always stays for ever. " he wipes a tear away. he then unzips the top half of the suit pulling down showing the flamed stain fur tattoo taking most of both his arms and upper body.
Stick Together
gritty sand whirled through the tan canvas tent, settling on anything and everything in sight. including the open cylinder heads of a 6.5 liter turbo v8.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 15
The river flowed on and on by his side, rolling over stones as white as the snow that covered its banks, scraping rotten pieces of deadwood along the gritty bottom, babbling like a lunatic. how long had he followed this thing? how long? banno stopped.
D-Day
Something foreign caught my boot and i went down hard, my face smashing into the gritty, foul-tasting sand. i spat out sand and crawled to my knees. i had to see what had tripped me, i just had to, though i knew the answer would be far from pleasant.