Chronicles of Trisha Talon - Book 1 - Chapter 6
Dark water surged around me with a giants tug and by its own volition regurgitated me among the rocks of the madesto coast. cold, dark eyes stared at me from three bodies draped on the frothed rocks like a child's toys.
The Instinct
Foam swam up to the now-rocky coast and slid his way onto it. "it keeps going..." caye soon followed her friend's path down the coast, looking forwards. in their vision was nothing but more bedrock, seemingly stripped of all sand.
The Last Agent of the Old World: New Arrowhead
I could see the remnants of several cities along the coast, and shuddered to think of the cataclysmic earthquake that could shatter an entire fault line.
Herdnan- Chapter Thirteen
Making sure that the coast was clear and all windows were dark, he whipped a u-turn and headed back to the house he was to hit.
Herdnan- Chapter Twelve
Once making sure that the coast was clear, he walked across the barroom floor to the darkened corner. here he sat for around twenty minutes drinking some cocktails waiting.
Planetary Warfare
While the highly elite soldiers still existed, most became stormtroopers, or green-light teams of a sort, infiltrating small parts of the coast-to-coast frontline and leaving nasty surprises like burnt barracks, nuclear devices, biological agents, chemical
Jet Skis and Flags
"detour: halfway up the coast, you'll see a buoy with the detour sign on it. if you go left, you'll have to go through an obstacle course involving maneuvering around other buoys and grabbing three different flags.
Part Three: The Fishing Trip
Now that he was paying more attention to the world before his muzzle, rudan peered past his father, back towards the coast. the mountain range was the only thing still distinct.
Part One: Verdigris
The village depended on that trade to survive, sequestered on the lonely north coast. the mouth of hell, as it was known beyond the village. the coast, as it was known within.
Chapter 10: Trade Routes of the South
Kyra closes her eyes and raises her nose into the cold steady breeze rolling in off the coast. she takes a long deep breath. the scent of fire and freshly cooked meat fill the air.
Packing and Truth (Otherwise Untitled)
#70 of short stories a jackalope rummages in his car for things worth taking with him when he and a fox abandon the car for a road trip to the coast.
Power pet (Chapter 5)
Once the coast seemed clear, i rushed to clean myself with the water hose, designed for vehicles. god, where am i? there is nothing, but trees as far as i can see... the wind alone was like being inside a glacier. being wet will kill me, oh god...