Lost Paradise
I decided to give_ ** ** _up on this idea and just to walk along maple alley. actually i'm here not therefor. i and nick negotiated to meet here. nick is my the best friend with eight years.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
To Be Forgotten
When he reached the cafeteria, blake picked up a stack of pancakes dribbling maple syrup all over them and a glass of fruit punch.
Journey to another world pt2 ch56
So i led the girls to a secluded spot near a yellowish kind of tree that reminded me of the maple trees in fall, and made camp. it worried me quite a bit on how both kit and rena refused to eat anything that i made for them.