Game Night (Part four)
#4 of game night (series) the fourth part to the game night series sorry it's short i smiled making a pot of coffee, "so roxie if jamie is coming over does that mean..."
life with a dragon trouble on the road re write
Get a bigger flame under that pot! that needed to be done before this started it needs to be heated now! and you. try and find me some rubbing alcohol. if you cant find that get me something mildly acidic."
Chapter Five: Music Night
The ferret asked, taking the pot and pouring out a stream of hot steaming water.
Against All Odds: Part 10 - Coalescence
"damn it, alex," he grunted, rolling the overturned salt pot from off his legs. by now, the bear had reacted by standing himself.
The Lost Tundra
A cooking pot hangs over the fire from a metal rod lodged in brick, steam rising from its contents boiling inside.
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 49: One Half Metre Under
A drop of indigo ruins a pot of milk, but in your case, you dropped a pot of indigo into the milk. be glad i have another empty pot." face flat, octo nodded. he understood the analogy. the wolf then looked away.
Tales Of The Crew (U.S.S. Discovery, NCC-91301): Poker Night
"why splash the pot, number one? rumor has it that's tijon's job," logan asked trying to keep a monotone, while tijon rolled his eyes in annoyance. "agreed. i see no logic in increasing the bet so sharply.
Teaser: Kiss the Girl
Checking the pot, "out of water... harann..." she put on her best big eyes. the cleric sighing, smirked, and with a muttered prayer, the pot began to fill. "thank you. goober, could you go get some more firewood?"
A Curious Fleet: Shard/Freeta
The myriad tiny diamonds of glass in the ceiling and windows focused the weak sunlight and the steam filling the air made the room feel like the inside of a boiling pot, warm enough that no frost formed on the outsides of the windows.
---Time-Less---
Those blips of people who spill the peace filled pot cause commotion it may not be right, but right in itself is an assumed "okay" notion.
A walk at the side of the ditch
A ceramic vase decorated with flowers, a small steel pot rusting away, a figure of a child kicking a football still visible on it, a baby doll sleeping, that kind which would close its eyes when laid on her bed.
Hammering Out a Skill (Otherwise Untitled)
~ quietly slipping in through the door, the instructor first made note of the pile of wrought pot-stands that had accumulated in the scrap bin since he'd last seen it before his lunch.