Illusions
The fire place is alive with a sea green flame, and sparks shoot from the hearth every few seconds or so. the couch is black and soft, with a mahogany frame.
#4 A new friend (Discontinued in favor of rewrite)
In the north-eastern corner of the room stands a stone hearth with an oven and cooking utensils of forged iron. a trap door near the hearth leads down into the pantry.
Moonlight in Vermont (Prologue)
A brick fireplace stands alone against the western wall, hearth piled high with debris and wedged with a copy of junktown jerky vendor for tinder. charlie levels his brush gun on the plug. you cup your ears. bang!
Michigan Winter
Sought, but changing life is what i wrought, i found a cave to hide into, as my skin was turning blue, twigs and leaves i pushed together, while shivering like solo feather, sparked a flame to warm my berth, amber glow from simple hearth
Sieg and Marien - A Basitin Love Story - Part 28 - The Last Embers
With a roar, the thirteenth and the hearth warriors charged, chasing down the fleeing chariot warriors, and engaging the few that remained to fight.
Winter
Once again i watched the shadows dancing before the hearth. this time the shadows consisted of memories. the two of us dancing through the room to music only we could hear, its echoes long since faded.
The Cabin In The Woods (Reworked)
As he slowly rounded the corner a hooded figure stood looking at the carving around the hearth.
Feed the Hungry, Heal the Sick
His grandma's ancient rocking chair was sized too narrow for real comfort, but it seemed to hold the ageless warmth of greying coals which dwindled now on cabin hearth and blackened stone.
Furs in Steam Chapter 3
Looking over to the chair he could only see one wide ear sticking up from the floor, raising himself on an elbow he found the lynx faced to the embers of in the hearth, the slow rise and fall of his chest indicating sleep.
The Legend of Spyro: Origins_Chapter 12
Spyro hearth skipped a beat when cynder received the blow. his stomach churned and his throat choked.
Admission
I won't lie: it's crossed my mind, smothering away the sobs between the hearth-brown blanket a shade away from yours. it no longer cradles your smell--or you.
Obituary Instructions
An angel is a pure celestial thing too absolute and too ethereal for earthly things like woe or weariness, for home and hearth, for hunger, or for sex. and thou shalt not imply that all of these were alien to me, to what i was.