Les Citrus, Pt. II
Les citrus (ii) * * * here i am for another day, a chance for just a chance; everyone has gone to pray, but i'm stuck in a trance.
Les Citrus, Pt. I
#19 of poetry c.2019 a poem about a very shy and quiet citrus fruit farmer. a three-part series. les citrus (i) * * * pallor from the coming squall, that chills you to the bone; we tended the fields for fall, to bring food back home.
Commission: The Hunter (Shadow Run Commission)
"sorry about that," citrus spoke up easily, but turned his attention back to skie once more, "what are you doing?"
Unexpected Bromance Intro/Chapter 1
R: citrus... if this was'nt our beach house, i would'nt have pulled into it. c: ohhh...... ry: dumbass....
An Ordinary Day - Chapter 3: Something Known and Something Learned
"soba noodle salad with a citrus vinaigrette. it's a simple and light recipe, but it's surprisingly filling.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Beth
Every place she has been, either in body or soul, she leaves a citrus ladybird as a point of astral projection. trees, mountains, and fences bear this shimmering creature, although stiff park rangers have been known to remove it.
The Foxes view
A soft whimper fell from her lips as the small fox looked over her shoulder, a small tear slipping from her eye. Her home was destroyed. Everything she owned, everything she cared about was gone. Shaking her head, she turned and started walking through...
Painful Solitude Ch.5
A soft, citrus-like scent, from his shampoo no doubt. alex had noticed the smell many times before, and it always made him smile. he'd never imagined zane to be a citrus-shampoo kind of guy. but he'd also never imagined zane would date him, either.
Better Angels: Part 2
The aleopile tilted into the citrus orchard and river of the valley. the water diverted around the dam and careened over the edge of massive, deep pit.
Quandro Llegare Al Bohio? (When Is my Return Home?)
His early years were filled with subsistence farming as were many other poor citrus farmers in the region when the despotic ruler fulgencio batista underneath the tropical heat and sweat of the hot cuban sun.
A late Night Dinner
He had chosen the wine and like everything but his hair it was perfect, sweet and wet with a pleasant citrus blend to to. i savored the flavour as i forced my mind to try and remember what we had been talking about. work...
...and thou
The wind brought a luxurious smell of citrus, of apples and grapes, making kohath's belly rumble. _time enough for eating later, right? no... let's see if we can find something good.