Beyond the Backline
It was a typical dense forest of maples and spruce trees, with a small stream running through a ditch nearby. i followed it, because dying by a nice pond sounded better than on an ant mound that i knew i would be lucky enough to die on.
Hush
Dandelions (both feline-yellow and cotton-white) bobbed in the yard, beneath the tree-swing, beside their old pickup truck, and beneath the wooden, weather-worn bird feeders nailed to the silver maple.
Chapter 2: THE ECHO’S OF TIME
He could see oak, willow, maple and ash. at the trunk of each tree, was a small ground covering plants. from the edge of the circular garden, there was a path, which ran both ways around it. it ended where his feet where.
Song in the Dark: Day 1
"heading to maple street." the man grumbled at him and popped the trunk. eric put his suitcase in the back, closed the lid after a couple of attempts to get it to catch, and climbed in the back.
My former master
With its wooden houses and pickup trucks, this place reminded me of a documentary about canada i'd seen once, except for the american flags and the lack of maple syrup at the diner i choose for breakfast.
Go For It
"hack the maple with you? what does that even mean?" tommy growled deeply and felt a sudden furious surge of energy rush through him.
Old Friends
His fur was the pale brown of maple wood and hazel eyes fixed on me, judging us as i was judging him. his left ear rose from a shock of close cut dark hair before folding and resting along the back of his head.
The Ryan Story Part VIII
"maple bar?" "i think we have one," tanner said and beth handed him one from the package with a slight tightness around her mouth. "here you go, ryan," he said, holding it out to him.
Swirly Eyes and Sugarcubes [Comm]
After attempting to struggle away from his momma who fought bravely to get most of the maple syrup off of his chin he expertly velcroed his sneakers on and grabbed the backpack that had been prepared the previous night.
The Pool (Art + Story)
Despite often going on short walks with him, until this day he had barely spent an hour out of sight of the house, with its red, curving roof and stone chimneys poking above the stand of gnarled maples which guarded it like a garrison of sentries.
Ein Wolf in der Falz – Loosening His Bootstraps
The black wolf swiveled in his chair to stare at a small maple chest. its black lacquer gave an ominous look, closed tight with a strong lock. he seemed lost in his own thoughts, and forgot about the prisoner before him entirely.
Chapter 3-The Awakening
"they won't come, they don't care about him but the number is 555-0195 and address is 308 south maple street." "okay, let me call them. you can go to the waiting room; the doctors will come and get you once the surgery over."