Ars Technica Digimona 5: All Good Things...
“zis way,” sydney started leading them through the complicated maze of cubicles.
Invaders Must Die!
Steam billowed up and was sucked out a fan right above the cubicle while the waste gurgled away into the drain in the floor.
It's My Life
\>you were just your average wagie, another nameless asshole working a soul-sucking job in a cubicle, monday through friday, nine to five. \>currently, you were riding the bus home, on a cold and snowy friday evening.
Love for Sale: Chapter 4
At her small cubicle, bol-caregiver-yon-sovika [3] spread out and above her station like a black and white umbrella.
The Fur Riots- INCOMPLETE
I quickly rolled to the side, and into a cubicle. a second later there was a loud _boom!_ and a dinner size plate hole appeared in one wall of the cubicle. "come on you fur _fucker_!
A Leopard's Tail Ch 5
Everyone stared at him as he walked past to drop his papers off in his cubicle. his clothes and hair looked a bit disheveled, but he looked a much better than yesterday. much better. "well, would you look at that... what's up with him?"
Writing Exercise - Office Politics
I took the time to look over my cubicle. unlike everyone else's cubicle which had nicknacks and interesting things plastered on their walls, i just had my work files and pencils.
Thieves - Prelude
I turned and ran into another room, which seemed to be a huge cubicle room. i could barely see over the walls that divided each little box office. "kez, stop running, wait up!"
Kiwi
" * * * i was lucky it was near the end of the day; kiwi, as the cat was called, had an insatiable curiosity for everything in my cubicle, alternately sniffing at and asking about everything from my stapler to the bowser poster i had up beside my monitor
A new beginning part 2
He began to lather up around his thighs softly pressing against them, he didn't really care about the other shadow entering his cubicle. jay mewed loudly as he felt two paws around his waist and they slowly massaged his stomach.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-Two.
He would bump into desks and the other cubicles just trying to walk to the damn printing room. the halls too small, the ceilings too short… working in that tiny cubicle with fake grass and walls painted to look like the forest...
Treading Chapter 8 - Registration
Sian and i make our way out of the cubicle and towards the exit. "we might be citizens someday, sy," i say almost hopefully. i'd be lying if i said i didn't dream of it some nights.