Majorra Castle Short #5
A ragged-looking fellow had just cleared his throat as majorra pushed the door open, his spit hitting the table, as his rag collects dust and dirt upon it. nearby, sitting on a stool, was a busty maiden, her hair tied in a worn bow.
A New Beginning...?
He slowly raised his ragged head, his eyes followed suit, and they rested somewhere he could not see, yet longed so dearly to reach. and then time began to slow as his tears faded.
My Tragedy
I am left picking up the ragged remnants of my tragedy copy-written to xander bradeshaw
S1 Ep 38 Solaris Moonstone
Artemis helped up his brother solaris off the ground as he looked a bit ragged. "we are going to need a bigger net for this.." the two brothers said in unison.
Old Souls: Ch 1, A Thief and a Knight
It was stitched together, crudely, made of scraps of old cloth and rags.
Carnality
It's some girl's dream, some man's hunny, it's a lonely rag of some playboy bunny. all the brilliance circling the drain, trying to quench... what is our human pain. "i'm lonely."
The Fireborn: Blood and Honor
The creature most have sensed this because it ceased it's attacks and flung me like a rag doll into on of the many tables in the room, the strength of her throw put me right through the thing.
The Beginning Of Xrohne Chapter #4
James went into the bathroom and started up the shower, taking his ragged, grime covered clothing off and throwing them into a pile on the floor, and setting his hat on a rack, before jumping into the shower.
HoA Chapter 13: At the Brink
As kaille sat down, she smiled at him and pulled a glass from under the bar, wiping a rag she pulled from her apron along the rim. "feel like a drink, hun? it's on the house, and i can definitely afford it.
Fire and Ice - Chapter One
Her fur was a soft, pale brown down the back of her neck and back, with a grayish/white from the underside of her chin, down her throat, and barely visibly through a slit in the front of her ragged gown, down the inner thighs and ankles.
Flea Bitten. Chapter One.
A vicious, vicelike grip that held him in place with icy talons as his ragged breath continued to mist the air. the rain continued to fall. he could barely pick up the voices catching up to him.
The Dragon's Bard - Chapter 3
Bolarg himself had another mug and a rag, but wasn't moving them at all. "that dragon must have had a funny effect on his head," someone on the table whispered loudly. the bard, clearly, wasn't satisfied with the answer.