Where Minds Lay: Where the Line Blurs
A bunch of thug-clothed tramps run past me to lenny's motionless body, with me just watching in paralyzed fear and wonder. i see through their huddled group. lenny bled around two torn messy holes in his clothing.
Growth
We tramped those trails strung like lace along shores and through tall grass, murmuring now like winds, chattering now like brass in some changeful duet.
Run!
The boar's body tensed and his eyes turned blood-red, he tramp;ed the ground as if ready to charge, but then his mouth foamed and he collapsed.
david's college days part three
Said pippin "i don't clean, why do you think i smell like a tramp?, it's because my parents are away in barbados and i don't like to clean, get it?!!". david knew what to do "look i'll clean it if you get started on the homework, okay?"
A Bronze Rising: The Gate
He felt foolish tramping through the forest undergrowth in his father's war regalia. how many people had his father killed while wearing this? 'none,' tobias chided himself, 'it's a ceremonial uniform. he never wore it into battle.'
Hunting Grounds
A tired-looking wookiee tramped into the place, and took to the bar. she got the barkeep's attention, and pointed to a flash of greenish-yellow brew on the shelves. the barkeep was sullustan, squat and slow. he had a bad knee.
Solace: A Tale of Foxes (Part 2/4)
The moose, screeching at the top of his lungs, tramping over the incinerated cadavers of ferns and ramps, galloping frantically into the open fields.
Searching for Mary
"he's a tramp but he's safe. he won't do anything unless you ask him to. just a thought, though." they sat quiet for a while. "you want to know a secret about me?" joe asked. "i'm a virgin." "so?"
end of the line (a tale of depression)
Laughing, i simply turnt on my i pod to block her out, the gentle lyrics to i don't believe you by pink, god how i loved this song, oh joy the ugly slag's combing over, time to go back inside i think, i chipped out my ciggy and went back inside, the ugly tramp
Skinwalkers: Chapter Seventeen
Fey looked past the fox-tramp, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the figure behind her. at a glance, glenn was not an intimidating figure.
Pachelbel's Canon 1
_dashing, but a tramp, it's such a pity,_ i overheard the other day. dashing! imagine that. other than that, it's hard for you to know much else about me. where did i come from? no idea.
Be Careful Where You Take A Rest
The heavy footsteps of the boss tramped their way over to her. his disgusting hands (yep, four of em) were once again roaming over her body like they owned it. "well green hair, how bout it?