Waxing Moon Ch. 5 - A Friend Like No Other
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Werewolf Tale II - Chapter 25 - The First Move
Tuesday, november 1st, 2011 moon phase - waxing crescent as he sat waiting for his second class to begin the next day, alex heard his phone sound the im tone.
Lonely Oak Chapter 16
"it's a_pagoda_," he clarified as she smoothed the wax paper flat. limited by the size of a bar of soap, the_pagoda_ was no more than a few inches tall.
I've Been Reincarnated as a Bunny Girl?! (Ch. 13)
Kiana could see the cat in the wax had two roman numeral ii's on its forehead now.
Werewolf Tale II - Chapter 23 - The Right Choice?
Saturday, october 29th, 2011 moon phase - waxing crescent _i'm not depending on them. i've already hunted twice, and they offered._ alex told himself as the afternoon approached the next day.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 115
Since he did not have a seal to press into the wax, he hastily scratched his name into it as it cooled and answered, "thank you, dad! i am on my way."
Beautiful
Like a flute made out of clear wax like fresh polish on an old tenor sax like an old barfly who remembers how to sing like a fragile crystal bell with a celestial ring like childhood's shining toy ball like someone named after alcohol like giving
The Path Less Traveled, Part 6
The paper was sealed with a blob of red wax, and stamped with a symbol i didn't recognize. they symbol of a skull and a candle was set into the wax seal, but as i broke open the letter and read it, the curious seal became the lest of my worries.
Off Leash Chapter 4
It appears cornealius must have waxed the floor recently." rudy's didn't bother to suppress his high-pitched laughter. looking down, i could see my reflection in the shine of the wood floor.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 29)
"now i gotta reapply horn wax." desmond snorts irritably. "and now my hand's all fucked up with wax. can both of you stop embarrassing this team in front of company by gossiping in the corner?
Untitled Poem
And lift you off the spinning rock and clean you free of sand clock hands whirled like a top, a fire died, another grew a pair of dice through parallax, to view from heights the chance improved a votive candle packed with wax
Ballade Against Cheesemongery
What woe behold i though i rail against whatever fiend devised this thing called pepperjack, to make the righteous quail with wax to mock and capsicum to sting! my muse fails, and i can no longer sing upon this sacrilege! the poet flees.