The Vixen 4: The Day Ends

The rabbit's own noise of contentment, his teeth grinding, would grow a little louder. he wasn't sure why the cat was purring.

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Thirteen Tales (2019): Second Tale

The game was less than a year old, and relied a lot on forcing the player to grind to slow them down.

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Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 173

Mateo grabbed the string and pulled back as hard as he could, grinding his teeth against the pain.

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furry musical

Hey hey we're the furries when the sun goes down we like to be kontty, getting murry and yiffy grinding, bumping and humping moaning, groaning, meowing and howling. hey hey we're the furries let's go play the day away....

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Silent Hill - Chapter 4

Screech...grind...screech...grind...\*grunt\* foxx froze up with fear as he felt a warm breath up against the back of his neck. "wh-who is this.."

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The Big Sister Part Fourteen: Sister Vs Sister

Adriana's massive red slippers would grind into the pavement and knock over a buss as she would try to move through traffic before scurrying off to get some distance from scylla.

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Ode to What Hides Inside. A Poem.

Yet here i stay, forever locked, my dream forbidden; ever blocked, by nature's rules and human kind, to stay within the daily grind.

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Tempo

They move across town with purpose and will, while i'm left to grind and stew in the mill. deep in my mind they're all struck with blindness, as i return to my precious wildness.

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Thirteen Tales (2019): Sixth Tale

The grinding noise continued as his mind processed exactly what was going on. after a few seconds he seemed to recover his composure a bit as he pointed at kickaha dramatically. "fool!

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Commitment Issues: A Drabble

#3 of drabbles another drabble/snippet written during a period of trying to keep my creative energies flowing between surviving the daily, tedious grind that is life. "it just wouldn't work out between us, sam." the rooster said to the vixen.

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Intrusive

Endless movie in mind, with flesh red shredded and bone white that grinds, save the voice of the boy, a nuance, a memory, this rabid static nuisance inside my head, reverses my form in rolling, speeding leaps, highballing us farther into

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Am I home?

Solitude is a maelstrom that will slowly grind your soul. don't let that happen.

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