Rust and Dirt
A naked man pushed me into the dirt as i regained consciousness. he offers my military shirt to the man in front of me. "he didn't shift back when i knocked him out." "are you sure he is like us and not just a monster?"
burn to dirt
Blood, pouring through the fields of their home, seeps to the dirt beneath him. bodies, piled afar, lit up on firey flames, screech his name, and he knows who they are. he can only find himself recoiling in shock instead of fleeing.
Blood and Dirt and Bone
Named for the trivium song 'through blood and dirt and bone', you might notice why (it's pretty shallow, there's not a ton of meaning here).
Dirt Garden (poetry)
My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, Alive and wild, more so than tended rows In growth, has died. I killed them a little, The crab-grass clumps, Datura and nettle. "Time and time, I commit these small murders, To whose benefit?" I ask why and...
Digging in the Dirt, part 1
.** **casino nights** " **digging in the dirt, part 1"** **.o.o.o.** xander made his way down the corridor of the station. something was amiss...
*PDS* I Made It Myself - 2011
I Made It Myself by tannim January 06, 2012 "Bake a cake for Muriel!" Tosh held out his hands, still holding the pie tin. "I can't, Sweety. I have to cook supper instead. Her parents will have one for her before she comes over tonight." Esme...
Part 4: Meeting Your Hero
The masked hero, covered in dirt and blood that was most probably not his own, simply leaned in the doorway without even movement for breath.
Six Feet Under
My fingers dig into a huge slab of clumped dirt. i'll need to move it to the side, carefully. just need to... fuck! the dirt above me comes crashing over me, trapping my hands. i...i can't move! fuck, fuck, fuck. dirt is getting into my eyes.
Anthro Majorum Chapter 2
As volfgang and marie begin chopping at the dirt with pick axes, charlie and calypso shovel the lose dirt into the wheel barrel which they then cart down the slope.
Garden Party
It was brown, almost the same color as the dirt it was sitting on. it was looking at the fox, whiskers twitching as he lifted his nose to sniff the air.
Race to live prt.4
I was rounding the last wide turn to the pavement, but by that time i had gotten used to the dirt.
POv vore - you and a little badger
Once again it scrapes away at the dirt pressing in from all sides. you feel it flinch and hear it growl as a rock bounces off its head. the growl is muffled by two human legs in its maw to the knees. the dirt crumbles away. you fall another foot.