It Matters So Much
Karl looked up at the suddenly much more muscular and larger rabbit and asked "how?" "as i said, i solved it months ago and have already moved on to proof of concept."
how much longer?
How much longer must i deal with pain?
So Much For That Ordeal
Thank you so much for the support, and i'll see you in the next chapter! * * * i was confused.
The Old Red Hen and the Big Bad Fox Chapter 2: Help yourself
"please slow down... if you eat slower you won't have to eat as much to feel full." once more frowning at the hens shouts of advice, the fox looked about the kitchen.
The old red hen and the big bad fox chapter 3
Happy chewing and grunts let the hen know just how much he was enjoying the rich desserts. she didn't know if it was her ego or her curiosity but she felt the need to speak up.
There is too much fire in me
#6 of poetry more brain problems :p there is too much fire in me to be described by the soldering iron's tip. if i were to draw that across my flesh, it would all spill out at once.
Poem #96: Not Much of a Dancer
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Much Ado About Bluebottles
#1 of much ado about bluebottles the first episode of my webserial featuring anthropomorphic birds. episode one: "hurry up, tr'lia!" lili sang over her shoulder as she hopped through the market's wide aisles.
too much time on my hands.txt
Sleepless night Endless days Still the sands of time pour slowly to taunt my weary mind The sun shines The others rest I have yet a small solace to find Not long ago I had little time to myself Now I drown in the new over abundance The beauty...
Chapter 19: Too Much Truth to Handle
Though the rain had become a soft drizzle and it was now much easier to see, he still felt very lost and confused: his anger was blinding him.
Much Ado About Bluebottles: Episode Two
"she won't mind so much." "but you bought that book." "be quiet about it, lili. you hear me?" tr'lia hugged the bag closer. the rotten vender had charged her almost as much for the leaflet as she'd paid for the flies.
Introduction to a story I haven't thought about much...
I wrote this some time ago and I dunno where it's going - Just thought I'd post it and see what people think. :3 ~ They don't tell you what it's like. They tell you it's going to happen and that it's as sure as death and taxes... But they don't tell...