Blackie - a dream
The roads surface was often broken by grass and young trees peeking from under the concrete and tar. i was walking down a street. it was the middle area between the center and the suburbs - 2-3-floor high buildings...
Faust the Thunderer 3 - A New Contract
"why not just drink tar?" faust thought to himself, but aloud said, "i'll call you some ice water." waving to the proprietor, a tall brown spotted rabbit, the fox requested the drink.
Epilogue: A Short Story
No matter how hard he tried to forget, the memory of his friend's cold, stiff body clung to his soul like tar. no matter how much he begged for the world to give tlachxo back, he knew he would never would never see him again.
Contest Entry: PlasterPaws (Gluepaw)
Special resins, most of them correlating with sports _baseball pitch - bt-epoxy volleyball serve - polyvinyl discus throw - time-thinning vinyl_ there are also a range of resins that can be synthesized with both hands, one of which being pitch tar
Just another Dog Chapter 2
But the bold of energy, the tang of life that erupts from this tar like hot juice is delightful.
Nowhere Hotel: the frist floor
My feet start to drag, pulled down by what feels like tar on the ground. bugs start to flutter around, what look like moth's cling to the walls, the things are as big as cat. birds start to chirp.
Children of a Mad God
Parts burst, but instead of scattering to the ground, they dangle above it, held by a thick tar like goo.
Isolation-Excerpt 17-Asphalt
The air was so humid that i was leaving a vapor trail and there was steam coming off the black tar of the road.
That Burning Sensation
This was followed by a wet smacking sound as his intestines started spilling out of him onto the tar of the alley.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 12
He could feel the sap oozing over his fingers, thick and sticky, like tar. when he was done, he stepped back and looked at the single word that would serve as his daughter's epitaph. _enka_ his first daughter.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 12
He could feel the sap oozing over his fingers, thick and sticky, like tar. when he was done, he stepped back and looked at the single word that would serve as his daughter's epitaph. _enka_ his first daughter.
Anthropomorphic GeneSplice Subject X-203
He turned, his new aspect of time made him feel like he was pulling his limbs through molasses or tar as he moved. he began to run again, back toward the maze.