A Second Story...
Before the furs had been introduced, the little sisters were rarely ever seen, showing up only when there was an ‘angel', as they refer to corpses, to be harvested of its adam.
Dragon's Gift - Epilogue (WIP)
Now the village was larger than it had ever been before and was pulling in a larger harvest. she set the hoe down in the back corner of the shed and grabbed a bag of seed. throwing it over her shoulders, she walked towards the door.
Lessons In Happiness - Chapter One
"umm, fella, you don't need to help me harvest apples, especially with the condition you're in." "it's fine, i've worked while feeling much worse."
Tales of the Stout Bulwark: First Assembly
The old harvest drone employed an obsolete operating system that no one in the galactic republic proper used in years.
“Wabbajack The Cat” A Story inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion
He was currently picking through a small cluster of dragon's tongue weed, looking for the best ones to harvest for the guild and leaving the inferior choices behind.
Your Possible Pasts 8 - Your Time Is Up
_ **"impudent...primal,"** the harvester pulled himself up from the panel, **"your offspring has a greater purpose with us-"** **_bang!
Counter Earth Chronicles Dual Realities Chapter 52: Everything Wrong Is the Fault Of Someone Else
"looks like the klis wanted a otter for their latest harvest." cody said solemnly. "i see the entrance to the basement!" arthur shouted.
Pony Poets - The Wheel Story (2nd in series)
Through summer months we watch them grow, to harvest all before winters snow. then in the spring we start again, planting seeds in hope of rain. team idris
Damsons
It was not long until winter now, it was already harvest time. he could hear the sea behind him. waves smashed against the sharp rocks and ice that surrounded the entire harbour.
A Bronze Rising: While he was Gone
The harvest ceremony was a wild congregation which i observed from the air as i circled the village square.
Bucky
The slender deer hadn't even opened the door and he was already drooling on his loose, worn out, rock band t-shirt from the smell of the massive harvest within.
Dying Earth
It was not quite harvest season, but in time he knew the harvest would be bountiful. and so, he looked away as the vehicle moved on, exhaling as he steeled himself for the first days of basic. ----\*\*---- that evening, dee had retired to bed early.