Zach - Chapter II
It was full of cover - trees and shrubs littered among with actual litter surrounding them.
Lost Memories: Chapter 3: Through the Night
The streets were littered with trash and leftovers. the market was somewhat deserted and most shops didn't have any customers. along some alleys, refugees sat by weeping and mourning. i felt sorry for them.
a tale of dragons part 8
Giant piles of gold and precious stones littered the area, one of the piles stretching upwards into darkness high above his head.
Evolution Part I: Chapter Four
By the end of my second month of residency, three more litters of male puppies had come to stay with us, nearly all of them arriving within a week of the first, actually.
Evolution Part I: Chapter One
I was born to a litter of ten, six bitches and four dogs. like human infants, i remember little of my infantile state. the first memory i have occurred well after i had opened my eyes and begun to carouse with my fellow litter mates.
Harmony
There weren't very many because the weather was just starting to cool, but she looked forward to a time when the ground was littered with fallen leaves.
No Capes.
The figure she spoke to, rose from hiding behind a crate, littered with lighting pieces. it was a mouse. probably just into his twenties, with something of a runner's form.
Chapter One
Could forests catch fire this far north, with snow littering the ground everywhere he looked? _whatever caused it, i have a bad feeling about this,_ he thought.
OC: Nalin Qurang
He can be fearful at times of his crew's overseer that often takes zuha, the runt of their litter, for punishment every time one of them starts underperforming in their duties.
Brighter Later prolugue
Trash and old newspapers littered the narrow path tripping up brandon several times. they stopped at the end of the alley where brandon stuck his head out and whispered, "clear, are you ready."
Preface
Forests became heavy jungles dominated by a single life form, while cities became littered with motionless bodies covered in dark green moss. some might have considered it as a strange form of art, had they still been alive to witness it.
Storie's Of My Life. (My Avatar's Back Story.)
Dead and injured wolves littered the path. finally she reached the snow swept clearing with the hurt something... the three headed creature looked at her, eyes full of pain. "help..." it moaned as he held his leg.