Battle of the Bear
It seemed as though the recliner, his comrade in sloth, his betrothed sleeping quarters of thirty years, was attempting to swallow him. the chair puffed with its mouthful of hairy white dad derriere. it looked like rebellion.
Weekly Writing Prompt: After the Accident
He almost collapsed into the recliner, taking the time to move the luggage just inside and closing the door. never mind the pervasive musty smell of two weeks of not being lived in of the rental property. he went into a nap after reclining.
Chronicles of B-man: Oggstrouse Prologue
Xavier shifted in his recliner slightly frowning- "you say he is only what? eighteen, nineteen years old now?" she nodded slowly- "from what the tournament..."
Life of Pi(zza)
The fox leaned back in his recliner, the footrest up, the big bottle of soda within easy reach for swigging.
Pressures
Her mother got up out of the recliner. amber began to back away, but her mother didn't make any advances.
Fur one and fur all! (Part 9)
The only objects in the stark, completely white room were a door and a recliner, both straight out of a sci-fi movie. i was currently sitting on the white recliner, disturbed only by some brown hairs and a few drops of blood, fresh.
Happy Teeth
A mighty, arctic huntress, and she was putting all these pointy, shiny tools into his mouth, and what if she ... had a predatory urge, and what if ... he was helpless on this reclining chair, and ...
Formerly Jealous Badger
After the person (who refuses to call the fox to think of him as an 'owner') left for work, the fox quit his act as a cute and dumb pet and sat on the recliner, and pulled out the recliner.
Thirteen Tales (2019): Seventh Tale
P.j. sobbed as he slammed a fist down on the recliner. "that's because i'm fine." kit giggled as and stood up so that his head and part of his chest poked above the lava. "wait... how is this possible!?"
Chance's Encounters. Prologue.
He continued to grumble to himself kicking his paws up and resting back in his chair as the recliner leaned back and the leg rest kicked up.
Grandpa's story
An old man sat there in his recliner sipping on his hot coffee, warming his bones from the days work on the outside yard. shoveling and moving snow out of the driveway from a blizzard that had ravished his town. pomona wasn't that big.
Dawn Bringer: Chapter 2 -Grim News-
Sarah said softly before reclining against cyranuce, the golden dragon.