Chapter One: Tell Him
I herd some racket going in the gas station but nothing i could make out. i was looking in the store trying to find bruce when hunter went through the window and five feet.
The Furry Rebellion | Chapter Twelve
Markus unclipped another tear gas grenade. he looked over to see aaron spinning round and round, holding his axes outwards and dealing grievous injuries to soldiers all around him.
Fireteam 404, Monday 15th October(Chapter three)
There was a hiss as the gas sprayed out. the royalist coughed and spluttered in the cloud of tear gas. we went back over the desks and the fire team reformed into a v formation moving though the hallways to the terminal.
Lost in Los Angeles- Chapter 2
My eyelids grew droopy, and i forced myself to move into a cabinet in the gas station's office to take a short nap.
Harleys get girls!
It seemed like everything in a city was overpriced, but he needed gas and the next town was a hundred miles away so he didn't have a choice.
First Vows ~Chapter 11 Heart of a Lion~
It got okay gas mileage, and had working a/c, radio and a new cd player. devon pulled up at a club entitled 'the jungle'. "a club? aren't they only open at night?" james asked.
Creative Writing Story: Intro
Suddenly, the bridge filled with a white gas as it repressurized. debris began to float away from the gas as the door opened. koch entered quickly and grabbed the two astronauts floating in the bridge and fled just as quickly.
A Virtual Wish, Chapter Two
I stamp on the gas--thank god i have an adder--and the car shoots forward. the zentorno continues to gain on us, slowly but surely. we are driving on a road between the ocean and mountains, and i decide it's time to get a bit dangerous.
Yvette's Trip To Vegas
"i don't see anyt-" the radio immediately emitted static as an immense blast sent pieces of the hotel flying hundreds of yards into the air, sending drywall, glass, brick, natural gas, carpeting, and anything else that was there, in every direction, rather
losing hope ch18. (Conner)
#2 of losing hope alex takes the wheel of the gto puts it in drive and we shoot down the road, i feel the wind in my fur; the gto roars on kicking up dust alex pushes the gas the engine screams to life 2hrs. later: we reach california speeding past
The Driver
Hitting 80 he speeds past an old gas station, his mind whirring trying to process the information. wipers on full action trying to clear the screen, it's the worst stormy weather that most have ever seen.
North
North the gas lamps they flicker, while fur men drink liquor all colour gone all life stays still as a blizzard draws near.