Emotional Support Human
trash bags are strewn everywhere, and the air is stale. trained for such situations, i don’t bat an eye at the mess before me. “sorry for the state of things,” ookami mutters, avoiding eye contact.
Shapeshifter
I tucked the phone in my elbow, tied off the top of the garbage bag, and then brought the bag with me. i wandered back through the hallway, wincing at how heavy my steps were now.
Down In The Dumps
You're laying there on a bunch of garbage bags. i thought someone killed you and dumped you here." she stood up. she yawned and scratched herself. "nope. just taking a nap." "on a bunch of garbage bags?" justin asked, puzzled.
Blinded By The Past: Part 3
Also, that massive black trash bag by his side did not make me feel any better.
A bit late for me to say this but my 36th birthday come and gone and my 4th of July situation
Carrying the trash bags as we got the wagon to put them in and pull the wagon over to it.
Throwaways
Only a few dozen meters away, two paws full of garbage bags, the old badger stood frozen to the spot.
Dirty Laundry. Chapter Eleven.
They could afford to buy nice trash bags, what with the amount of bones they left after their meals… trash bags that could be used for oh so many things… “where’s logan?” mikhail was always sure to ask, sooner rather than later.
Delusion
It would then be easy to exit the building and load the garbage bags into a garbage truck he would have 'commandeered' the day before.
The New Wolf Chapter 10
I turned around and stuffed more clothes into the trash bag. "sure can we still talk about you though?" "what is there to talk about?"
Toni's Diary Entry #2 - The Key to Success
One of his infamous stories was that he legitimately said to my face that he once had sex with a trash bag. i'll say it again in case you thought you may have read that wrong. this motherfucker had sex with a trash bag!
The Simple Things. Chapter Nineteen.
Not even half way through i just began shoving everything into a black trash bag i had found stuffed below the sink. it looked like there was compost already growing inside.
Passing the Flame - a Wolfie Steel short story
He dropped the microphone without receiving a reply and began looking over the cleaning cart, his eye settling on the forty-gallon trash bag in the bin attached to its frame.