Night Woods
Gaunt was i, ragged pete, and haggard bill. we worked quickly, with little talk. spurs and holsters clicked beneath worn, unkempt dusters. a boy had cried wolf. if only it had been a lie. a dozen of us came up from the south.
Grad-Bash Part 18
"she was more worried for her rag," carson chuckled behind me. i grabbed one of her holy rags and ran the sink, dunking half of it in the cool water. i padded back to carson, who i motioned to sit down so i could reach.
The Halfblood, Chapter 19
He watched her some more, blinking slowly as he picked up another rag and dipped it in some ice water, wetting it. pulling it back out of the bucket, he took the now dry cloth off of her forehead and replaced it with the cold rag.
Vipers, Nights, and French Fries (Ch5)
Wiped those down with a rag and whatever was in the spray bottle that had _mirrors and windows_ written on it with black marker. i wiped off the sink with the same rag and a different bottle of cleaner.
an unexpected guest
As he walked back towards his room, he noticed a carefully bundled rag on the table next to the front door. surprised, he picked it up and a small object fell to the ground.
Seekers Tale Part 11
Eve arrives a moment later with a large pan of warm water and a pile of rags. taking one of the rags i wet it in the water and begin wiping the dirt and gore off aarons face and body.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 9
She was carrying what looked like a bundle of white rags in her arms, but that hardly seemed worth noticing. the worst was the blood. by the cora, there was blood everywhere. it was dripping from her mouth, running down her neck.
Forgotten Dreams
I had almost no clothes, in exception for my ragged pants and, what could be, called the remnants of a shirt, when i wandered in to that god-awful place.
Ander - Epilogue: Subchapter 8
Before ander could respond, she snatched the wet rag out of her mother's hands and threw it at him!
None So Vile 25: Blood of Heaven
He kept low as he crossed, hood pulled low, trying to place himself so as to keep the dead trees shielding him from that pile-of-rags in the steeple.
Plucked Raptor
You forgot to take them off, as there are the shattered remains of several broken plates strewn about everywhere \>her sobbing grows more violent as your feet crunch over the ceramic and towards her \>thunder rumbles and her breathing is no better than ragged
Clown Mare 2
* * * the maidens used their hoofs with a rag and pressed the cloth on top surfaces in the tub, then they put the rag in the bucket and lifted it out, squeezed it inside of the bucket, went up and down the walls of the room, repeated the process for the