Where the Marrow Should Be
"where the marrow should be." she sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. sighing again. "i'm very light," she said, "on my foot-paws." the mouse twitched a bit.
Fallout - Where Now?
I know it's crazy, but i think that's where i was in my dreams.
ANLNB ...Where Are We?
Anyway, i want to know where he is, where is the playboy that left us, left her. because the scans, now that our troops are inside, show that he isn't there. where is mike yvaltski, so i can kill him." she finished with a flat, dead tone.
Where is that knife now?
You had promised to take the knife out you ask, where is that knife now? the knife, you so called 'yanked out' when all you did, was twist and deepen the pain all i was.. was a pawn in your game. you ask me, where is the knife now?
Where. Am. I.
Told him he wasn't dreaming, but how did he get here, and more importantly where was here. he began to look around to get a better understanding of where he was. for the most part he appeared to be on some tropical like beach.
Where We Part Ways
I was never a party person. Never really had a thing for them or interest in celebrating things, even when the celebrating was justified like tonight. All around me, soldiers and mercenaries party like crazy and make merriment, even saw a few walk away...
Now Where Were We...
"'make your way to the museum where the checkpoint is on display'." specifically, the dakota territory air museum. teams must make their way on foot towards this place of aerospace history where the carpet, and toner, will be waiting for them.
Where can Kyruku be found?
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Where Ever Fate Decides
"where are we going now?" "where ever fate decides," rob said with a grin and took off running. sky just laughed. 'where ever fate decides' he thought to himself a moment before running after his friend.
Home is where the heart and stomach are
Not bothering with pants or a shirt, he made his way out to the kitchen where his mom was already up. "good afternoon mackie." she said cheerfully, giving him a hug.
Where The Wild Things Go
where was he going, anyway?
finding where i belong
First in a short series i'm still working on. only story progression in this one folks finding where i belong "well that's the end of that i guess." i walk down the street towards my apartment a pinkslip held in my hand.