chapter 2
"effie, i didn't know you were still doing the reaping. i thought you were fired after the uprising" peeta says. "strange thing about the capitol, you keep your job.
Prologue: The Games (The story is heavily based on the book Hunger Games)
Anyway, as i said, today was reaping day. you are eligible to enter the reaping box once you are 5(not that you had a choice), and no longer go in after you are 10, but no-one lived to be that old anyway...
The Fifth Day
"did you reap him too?" reynard gestured to the sarcophagus, but the cat shook her head in response. the two fell silent for a minute before another question popped into his mind. "why didn't you reap me when i died?"
Phantom Chronicles Chapter 9
I was on a mission to reap ben's that's the wolf by-the-way, grandpa but i accidentally reaped ben instead.
Anatomical Anachronisms: Chapter 2: Jars of Hearts
He would never reap and confine his own peoples' souls. but, if luck smiled on him and provided him with his captor's species, who was he to turn away that generosity?
Poem - Energy Drinks!
Allows me this act of reaping, makes me feel like i'm in the flames!
The Pale Gardener (Poem)
Scythe ever sharp for flowers death shall reap a gift bouquet to trek with, yours to keep
The End Is Queer
Not to heaven shall i go for all men must reap what they sow i am destined for the depths of hell and that will suit me well death is the darkness eating at your heart to give in is smart while life is the light internally filling everything until death
Accompanied by Tornado Siren
What mankind plants, mankind must someday reap. what past affirms will future disavow. no human work will ever ever-keep. if so, what shall i hold to, if not thee? what other flotsam could survive this tide?
Ballad of the Otter War
Could **wash** the **sin ** be **fore** now **ev** ery **light's** a **sha** dow **of** our **spite** but **we** can **ne** ver **lose** the **ott** er **war** we **sett** le **calls** of **weak** ness **through** the **fight** to **night** the **reap
The Master: Who is he really?
He reaps onto the submissive, the pains of her mistakes, the lessons of their erroneous ways. he rains down unto the submissive: their trials, their tribulations, their lessons.
The Helping Hand
It had stopped me from hoping many times, and made me wanton what i cannot reap. now the time nears to see beyond the veil of mystery that had always covered up my savior and curse. but alas there is another, the gnarled hand.