Striped Candy. Chapter Four.
“you turn the propane on first," he gestured down underneath the grill. “then each port. you light it after." bruce spoke as if talking to an infant who had asked him the question. jeff only frowned at that. “don't have to be an ass about it."
Fox Hunt (Act1, Book2, Chapter17)
The fire on his clothes ignited the propane tank on the back of the machine, causing it to explode. the other gunner slid back from sinopa's blade. he dropped to the concrete with a _thunk_. back by the light pole, karla stomped her foot.
Faith and Truth: Chapter One
When he was hanging out with his friends and was blowing up propane tanks and set himself on fire because of his stupidity, you didn't yell at him then.
Catnundrum. Chapter Four.
We have some of those portable green cans of propane and a burner to go with it. coleman likes to go camping so, if need be, we can just camp indoors!"
Encounter
"that still wouldn't explain the bang," said marcus as he checked a pig, "and a propane explosion that big would have left a crater." "true," said jack thoughtfully. "so whatda' you think it was?" "i honestly couldn't say.
The Adventures of Ricky Ratt - 04 - Chapter Four
I loved not smelling sweat, propane fumes, and having to work in the extra humid atmosphere of a big arena with every breath i took.
Plus Sign, (A2,B3,C4)
"vasile and sorin had buried several propane tanks from the wagons ... once the rest of us were on the road, they blew a huge hole in the park. those two men working for falcon haven't been seen since. it's been a while, so i'm pretty sure they're dead.
Despite the Rain - 2023
Going through the living room, nero hummed in the kitchen while cooking on a propane stove where he heard the sizzle of bacon that got his tail wagging, hitting against the sofa repeatedly.
T.A.U. Disconnected
Then she spotted a pile of propane tanks, possibly stored here by survivors at some point. it was better than nothing. she just hoped they weren't empty, as she drew her pistol and fired. **_booooom!
There's a Place in the Great Pack for You
There was a blacksmith, tiny anvil, portable forge hooked up to a propane tank, thick protective apron over his fur, who didn't seem to be selling or doing anything that had anything to do with being a werewolf.
Alcatraz Ch. XXII-Torva
Perhaps the biggest explosion thus far blinded him as a mortar down the street hit an array of propane tanks, but the cyclops unit was unfazed.
Nor Gloom Of Night
Ford tossed his mailbag inside near a crate of propane cans. his foot appreciated a lightened load. "now, don't be giving me a hand with any of this," mr. chambers sarcastically chided.