The Outlander 3 30
Gash ran to the shoreline and saw debris floating on the tide line. he saw another burning hulk further up the shore washed up by the tide. when he got closer, gash could still read the name of the ship amid the smouldering timbers; _sharkblood_.
Chapter Eleven
Several others were fighting the tide, trying to pull him back in, but the water was stronger.
Jeremy 036; A drop In The Ocean
The campsites were set about a hundred yards back and twenty feet above the high tide line. the path was well trodden and just sandy enough to whet the sensory appetite for more.
In the Moonlit Mist
The inlet was small, probably fed by high tide or perhaps a space in the formations of the natural dam that ran along the beach.
Do You Want To Find Out How I Got My Nickname: "Orion the Protector?"
All the while the tide started to drop, and the water seemed to suck back out, as though it were being drawn into something.
Interview with Cerberus
It's three heads fixed on a small raft, carrying two figures over the slow tide. the heads growled quietly. charon brought someone along who wasn't dead yet, nor close to his time.
Slick, Slippery, Slimed--The Siren's Call
I could move there, and seek shelter from the tide, and the incessant wind. i picked up some timber, and hauled it off with me. there i could dry in silence, without the threat of freezing to death.
Civic Duties - Part 4
Eventually photos surfaced of her - desdemona iverson in her bangor tides jersey, an fba championship ring on her finger, eyes streaming from teargas and her face looking bruised.
Spring Themed Poems
Spring brings warmth, a day outside, daffodils bloom everywhere, a white and yellow tide, walking amidst the grass, a great surprise, of animals chittering, rabbits and squirrels' eyes. have no fear, spring is here!
I'm a runner.
_i run i hide from sea to border to find, to hide from a life out of order the tides that bind the likes of mind music laughs passion and such are only what we have in common, not much but i run i hide from sea to border to escape
Mom
#9 of poetry her love is like an island in life's ocean, vast and wide, a peaceful, quiet shelter from the wind, the rain, the tide.
Lar: A Brief History
They briefly turned the tide of the war but it only lasted a few years.