Strange Bedfellows or Why you Shouldn't Sleep in Trees...
Strange Bedfellows Or Why You Shouldn't Sleep in Trees… A True Story - Based on the Life of Mister Sillers This story happened long before it was in vogue to pave pathways...
It's never easy to find a place
He finds some bushes to hide from prying eyes. the biggest misconception about fire types especially charmaders, chameleons, and charizards.
Time With A Troop
Getting no response, the weapon-type walks over to the bushes that stopped rustling just at the moment. he reached out his hand to pull back the bush so he could see who or what is behind it.
Zodiac - Chapter 9 - Aquarius:Let the Sparks Fly
Gomamon shouted from behind the shrubbery. "it took me long enough to get used to whacking off in front of biyomon! give me time!"
Outcast - Chapter 1
Finally i broke through the bushes and began a flat out run across an open field. i could see the main road just ahead of me...just a handful of metres separated me from my salvation.
Chapter 3 Marcus Gets Some Attention
Little did we know a certain fire type was watching from the bushes.
TwoKinds: The Best of Friends (Trace x Flora)
_suddenly trace heard a rustling in the bushes behind him, turning slowly to face them and knew that's where she had to be hiding.
Hellhounds: Bait
They were restless at first, but once the lynx arrived to one of the bushes sitting right next to an oak tree, he heard more leaves rustling and pointed his gun at the shrubs. the feline sniffed the air a couple of times and grimaced.
She Woke Up In The Woods
Two eyes had appeared in the bushes before her. a snarl rose in volume like low thunder rolling, louder and louder till she could hear nothing else. the thing rose up out of the leaves and branches and started towards her. "oh christ."
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 33
With barely a rustle, a dark figure emerged from the juniper bushes, his face obscured by a green cowl. even so, kiana would recognize him anywhere. the crossbow he held in his hands was a dead giveaway. "get behind me!"
A New Life: Part 3 - A Budding Friendship
I'm sorry that i was watching you", came the reply from the bushes. a figure emerged from behind the leaves, and i immediately recognised it as the eevee which i had met earlier today.
graveyard men - poem
Crumble where the men meet under the moonlight rumored has it to drink and mumble down the sidewalk they'll come paving their path in groups treading along the walk, footsteps heavy in their boots through the gaping fence you'll see them and from the bushes