Alice Dippleblack in On The Run Ch3
Meanwhile, twinkaleni has been rummaging through their clothes only to come up with still damp garments.
Stranded - Day 1
Returning to the twin trees i sat down on the damp ground, setting my newly acquired materials in front of me. i set the three bottles up against the base of one of the trees, trailing vines into each of them.
Song of the Summer King: Chapter 3
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A Letter Home
I have arrived in vancouver, and the weather the last few days has been cloudy and damp. i hope that you are having sunny weather at home. i know you were concerned about my crossing the pacific by myself, but it was uneventful.
A Little Help From My Friends
A damp feeling came over my cheeks as i began to cry gently, i didn't even know why. loneliness consumed my soul, all day i was curled in my room, praying that somehow, someone would talk to me.
Untold Mysteries: 1
My skin smells like irish spring, my hair just smells damp, although when it dries it will smell like the black raspberry and vanilla shampoo that i use. i wrap myself and my hair in a towel and exit to my room.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 22)
Drenched and cold, she had positioned herself against the damp molded wall of the back of shed.
I Had To Hope
The stench of filthy laundry, my blankets mildewing from the damp that had crawled through my shattered glass window, the ragged, fringed duct tape of no aid. she was screaming at him as usual, my mother was.
The Weight Of The Situation
It pushed me firmly into the strange, damp surface and dragged me up and down along its length while deafening rumbles filled my ear.
The Wardston Conspiracy
Another, a lion by the looks of his mane, once proud but presently wretched, sat down upon a small, damp rock whilst wearing little more than ragged and ravaged clothing.
At Night, He Walks
He'll return in an hour or two or five, his feet sandy from the beach, his fur damp and frosted with the salt smell of the sea, and crawl silently into bed, rigid beside me. i never ask where he goes.
Escaping the Storm: Part 2
He searched through the dark for him, scanning a nearby collection of broken stock carts, damp shipping pallets and discarded boxes. "where have you gone?" "here."