The Owners of Livestone
Therin's face soured, "he's back." she pointed. henry looked down at the furs carrying off the body of the thylacine. "damn him." "tell me about it.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 41
She's just sour and i don't want any of your stupid grapes because they're _sour_! you hear me you giant piece of trash!? sour, i say!!
Caldo Tomate and the Golden Bouillon - A Silverplate Story
Spicier than he looks, sweeter than he acts patch the sour kid - surprisingly sour gummy dr.
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 23 of 37
With each breath i tasted sour bile and bitter cold. my nose ran and stank of vomit. i smelled toilet water.
Her second chance Chapter 2
As i arrived at the local winco, i saw a familiar face, the scent growing heavier, thicker, and even more sour and intense as i traveled through the aisles.
Day 13 - Hobby
A sour taste filled the orc's mouth as the images danced on his mind, all those laughs, those days spent without worries. those dreams shared with the sunset as their witness and the long days under the rain.
The Red-Ringed Umbreon Part 1
I just need some sleep..." }- - - - -{sunrise}- - - - -{ i rise to the smell of something both sweet and sour, and something else. i get to my paws and i hear, "i found some caterpies!"
Silent is golden
She pointed at the cantonese-style hot and sour soup picture and her husband gave her a thumb-up.
Consolation
Elias frowned, hitting a few sour notes on his guitar. more and sour ones were hit as elias's thoughts got deeper. the idea of staying with his boyfriend was immediate; he didn't need to think about that.
Scarlet : Trail of Scourge part 1
She stood in a dark forest, slimy trees, decaying fungi, and a starless sky, her surroundings were almost as sour as the smell. she padded forward confusion pricking at her pelt, where am i? she wondered.
Practice Makes Perfect
Now was the time for just him and his brother, and he wouldn't let these moments turn sour. "c'mon little bud, just one more and we'll head for home."
Day 29 - Ill
His scent was no longer the one i had grown to love, sharp and crisp like the mountains, instead it was mellow, acrid and sour, like the medicines that barely keep him alive.