Memories of Summer
But this wasn't in winter; it was summertime, of course. however, it was her that made limdale special. in a way, i think i am writing this for her. we were best friends.
Chapter 3 - The Perfect Picnic
For a summertime romance, this isn't what rarity had in mind. she was used to being looked after and pampered, to have a handsome prince dote upon her and treat her like a queen. instead she had been made to huff it to the creek and sort out the food.
Sacrifices
Pulling the thick top-blanket around his narrow torso, alain padded over the floor (fortunately he had gotten used to its perpetual lack of heat, even in summertime) and put an inquisitive ear to the thick wood. "who's out there?"
A warming dream. A cold reality.
Breathing a heavy sigh, he disembarks the transport into the softened breeze of summertime air, and the warmth of the afternoon sunlight, the glass covered buildings reflecting like giant mirrors, the suns light toward the tallest, central building.
Rexville 45: Birthday Part 2
After their semester ended, they spend their summertime together by themselves or with friends and families.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 48
The way they moved, retreating back into themselves, reminded him of those hairy caterpillars that sometimes crawled around on the forest floor in summertime, just fat ugly brown lines undulating without cause. "ander!"
"The Thin Line," Part J
It's summertime, so now that i think about it, a cold buffet will work. have some salad and light wine on offer. just have it in the icebox, and there you are!"
Wind of Change: Chapter 3
#3 of wind of change it was a good day in a summertime forest in rural vitania, where the trees are full of trees and many animals roamed the land. it was also a good day for picnic, too.
Preparing the Female Bandicoot-Chapter: The Rebirth of the Female Bandicoot
Not the normal kind of humming you hear around summertime from the cicadas that might populate the woods behind your house.
Ander - Chapter 8, Subchapter 4
It was so different in the summertime. no armour of frost and snow to cover its sheer peaks. no howling wind tearing through the cliffs. no abrupt transitions from blazing white to deepest black at every shelf and crag.
Sunset at the Dock
Wiping his hands from the gritty texture, he scanned the shoreline for the dock his parents and summertime neighbors shared.
Ander - Epilogue: Subchapter 4
It was so different in the summertime. no armour of frost and snow to cover its sheer peaks. no howling wind tearing through the cliffs. no abrupt transitions from blazing white to deepest black at every shelf and crag.