Frosty Mornings
The fence isn't switched on, but she knows where she's meant to stay and spends her time moving, letting the movement of her own body warm her on a frosty, january morning.
A Cold Morning
It had been a cold morning, waiting out a two hour delay for daycare and she was waiting to get on with her work as a freelance writer.
At Morning [Final]
Chapter 7, "at morning" i found hallun couthragn waiting on a velvet-cushioned bench outside the queen's room. _that was where ivra was sitting_, it struck me.
A Morning to Remember
"good morning." with all the chipper irony he could manage johnathan pulled open the door and tried to force a grin to his face.
Morning Ritual
I wake up giving a click with my beak and stretch beneath the blankets I hate the new place but pry my self up seeing my breath as i sigh out I look at my mate an arctic wolf shi always hated the cold, heh have to chuckle at the irony there. I make my...
The Morning After
#40 of dragon hunter saga i sit the next morning at my outdoor table watching ecthelon training the children, enjoying the odd quiet that blanketed the city.
Morning Coffee - SHORT STORY
#1 of wandering roads - the family album synopsis every morning, the mckane siblings meet at their favorite diner for their morning cup of coffee. a daily tradition, the two sit at their favorite booth for breakfast and a conversation.
Jolly
The next morning her friend texted her asking how the interview went. she popped her anti-depressants. she remembered her husband in the hospital. the minx. he was half vegetative but could show emotions.
Cosmic Stars - Chapter Six
Silence had the room covered as if it were mist. The sun was rising now, shining through the cabin's windows and slow crawling across the floor. Evidence of the nightly battle was revealed wherever the light had touched, exposing bullet wounds and...
An Invincible Summer Ch. 6 - The Carrying Arms
There was just something about her face that looked so adorable in the half-light of the early morning. "listen, i..."
Failure - Good Morning...
_Mmm... Please tell me I'm dead, and I'm in heaven. If I am, sorry about the comment, god._ No, this wasn't heaven. And I'm pretty sure I'm not dead. If the cliche about dead people not being able to feel pain is true, then I'm alive, 'cause I'm...
Your odd morning
The musky darkness the toes slam into your chest pushing you under as they move forward a little more pinning you to the insole of the shoe and the fleshy toes as they wiggle about over you the fox only getting his foot nice and snug "right time for a morning