The First
The first bedroom he entered, he froze. the room had been wrecked just like downstairs was.
First Draft of First Story
This is the first part of my first story, which name is to be determined. this story is probably super-freaking-confusing, so just enjoy the fight scenes for now.
First Love, First meeting
This is my first guest, i thought, i can't be rude to my first guest. i occupy myself with magnets on my fridge but can still hear murmurs from the other room. there was a little giggle and then an ending tone.
Project Luna - Subject Omega
(this is my first story i am just looking for comment but not on the way i have it written
The First Rain
So, everyfur....i give you tempest eternal, chapter 1: the first rain! (image for cover shamelessly jacked from google. it remains copy write the original photographer.) song is a slightly modified 'talkin' bodies' by tove lo.
Feet First
It was a tired old customary joke, but the odst all laughed like they'd all heard it for the very first time.
are first concert
#33 of kingdom hearts so after the practice run was done they started their first musical called swim this way sebastian: break a fin jake: don't you mean a leg? tsume: when you're a fish its fin not leg.
Their First Time
She says, badly failing at holding in any laughter, "this was your first time too, wasn't it!" i look down, embarrassed. she was correct, it was my first time. i hadn't told her it wasn't, but when she made mention to it, i'd never corrected her.
The first tale
So with its first look came its first thought; what am i? it looked at itself and saw that it was different from the void and had substance; it had arms and legs, attached to a main body along with a head.
First Warning
But suddenly, a sharp pain whacked Petrie's small body. "PETRIE!" Littlefoot screeched, trying to run forward, but was held back by Spellbound and Shuva's powerful grips. Petrie let out a loud scream of pain. The cockatrice had struck down, clamping...
The First Stryke
Littlefoot could only watch sadly as she would sit near the small opening where she had first met dusty. one day, littlefoot decided to approach cera. perhaps a little talking will do her some good.
The First Contact
This is how i killed my first jet. he zoomed past my nose, unable to slow enough to stay behind my prop-driven beast. i kicked the rudder and lined up the fifties, and i fired. the tracers spewed from audrey's wings as the guns barked to life.