chapter three. a new day
In the heart of new orleans his fur was all ways to long compared to her which she kept so short in hopes of never having anyone appeal to her.
Hottest in Summer Challenge (Come On, participate!)
Closer to the border of burrows are tightly packed buildings, forming south street, made up of apartments and various shops (having a new orleans feel to it). people in lower summer are very open and accepting, due to its blend of culture.
Fated Turn - Thursday Prompt Story [#19, 01/6/23]
#19 of the thursday prompt "are you coming back to new orleans and new orleans east?" "is an elephant heavy? (beat) i'm coming back, baby." thursday prompt story: this week's prompt is... laboratory hi. i'm back.
Mr. Saturday
Anyways, i had plans to poke around the french quarter for a night before i traveled north a bit to my folks' home on new orleans avenue.
Chapter 2
I met her at a small arcade place in one of the smaller suburbs just outside new orleans. she’s sturdier than she first appeared, and she’s better than me at most of the games.
ZIGGO interviews CHARLIE BARKIN
Charlie: i spent most of my life in the streets of new orleans. they abandoned me when i was a puppy for reasons that i don't know. ziggo: aww. can i give you a hug after the interview?
St. Louis Blues
Louis, off the coast of the mississippi river, which was a mecca for the musicians, contributed to mainly by the flux of jazzmen from down south in new orleans.
Fur and Feather
Human politics was dirtier than a privy pit behind a new orleans cathouse. the equine had chosen to wander out of complete boredom.
chapter three
Months later the rumors of a 'swamp dragon' has snatches up number of people all though the bayou from edge of new orleans to the baton rouge.
Chapter 7: Confontations
In your sweet home of new orleans." joji moved back toward reis, but kept his eyes locked on carol's. it was as if he was starting to circle her. "i know more about the black paw then anyone could care to ever know.
Purgatory: Prologue - Contacts From The Past.
He had more or less found the place, a two-story building nestled in a small slum down in the french quarter of new orleans, abandoned and with no sign that it was for sale.
Metroside
"i came from new orleans, nice little spot" he said twirling the burning ciggarette between his fingers. "but eh.. not enough good lookin' dudes there for me" "i can't hear this!" alpo retorted, as he jumped up from his seat covering his ears.