Somewhere Only We Know: Ch. 2
Ben stared as they soared into the air before crashing into the rack of clothes and draped themselves over said rack. "wake up, adrian dear, your public awaits," patrick said sarcastically as he laboriously threw off another heap.
Isolation-Excerpt 32-Area 7
It was in a five cell rack and marked "mod beta-32910". "sarah's swarm mod", i said reaching for it with my good hand.
Life as a anthro chapter 1 billy the orphaned dino
It was cold and dark he quickly got up and walked slowly and clumsy to a rack where his cloak was h slipped it on and then took his staff which was right by it.
changeing fast: chapter 3
I then walked over to the heavy wepons rack again and picked up a heavy 50 cal. semi auto rifle. the clip only held 10 rounds but it was worth it for the strength.
Baked Dough (WIP)
Several cooling racks sat nearby, waiting to receive the freshly baked goods as soon as they were pulled from the oven, while other racks were loaded up with boxes and sacks of raw ingredients. as an outsider, it was a bit overwhelming.
Death from the Shadows: Prologue
He was also a prolific hitman, racking up 700 kills over 14 years...or was he? with the help of david coronado, a psychologist, he will search for the answer to the question of who he truly is. the answer may not be precisely what he expects.
John and Tyzzy
While looking inside they find a rack of plushies. on the shelf they find 2 plushies that are identical to them. tyzzy being very excited he grabs his plushie and hugs it.
Saddle's Watch (Welded Sunset)
~ the lynx gazed into the campfire, and the pair of pots settled in atop the rack over it. the evening was, thus far, a calm one beneath the trees and stars.
What is a Man?
Some asshat had left the bar loaded with weights at the very top notch of the rack. raich'd climbed halfway up when a kind nidoking rushed to stop him from killing himself.
A Cold Night
Sobs racked her frame. tears were shy at first, then came in huge waves. life is pain, she thought. pain. again it came, stinging her knees as they too lost their strength dropping her to the cold ground.
Poem #82: Bleck
Breathe out of my nose, it's so clogged up with mucus and snot that drips down endlessly no matter how many times i blow it when i can't barely speak because my throat is so red and raw that swallowing is so painful that's only aggravated by the racking
space special ops 3
The first thing i say when i wake up. i take stock of my sorundings. i am in what apeers to be a normal barraks room. seeing my uniform, i get out of bed and put it on. i start to explor. who should i find layning on the ground next to what is probaly his rack