A Boy and His Lucario Part 4
A nice chansey at the front desk gave them some stomach pills for lucario and suggested they go to the cafeteria and get some soup. "boy, this soup is good, ha master?"
Justice is Sweet
Yes, i made your favourite soup. it's waiting in your room. yes, thank you aunt cass. you're the best. i said with glee. as thanks i smooched aunt cass on her cheek before heading up to my room, stomach still grumbling.
Host's Soup (Otherwise Untitled)
#112 of short stories a ferret prepares a soup for her guest. ~ the ferret sort of lingered in the kitchen, looming over the stove as the soup came to a proper simmer.
Challenge of Selection (Otherwise Untitled)
~ lentils and bean soup, with a red label and some sort of swirly font along the bottom rim. ~ a confused glare.
No J-Turns (Otherwise Untitled)
Once the proper equipment had been acquired, it was with minimal delay that a volume of soup formerly canned simmered softly in the microwave. the kobold gingerly sniffed a portion of pulled up shirt. "huh, i should really have done laundry last night.
Patient Soup (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the kobold settled into her seat at the dining table, a pot of soup steaming at the center of it. she regarded the table's contents; beyond the pot and ladel were merely her bowl and spoon.
Potato Soup
I don't remember that you told me ... " "oh, soup," she said. "soup." "soup? onion soup?" "oh, no ... no, i don't like onion soup, remember? this is potato soup," she said, smiling, turning her head. their eyes met.
Alexander's Accounts - Chapter 21
Morning soup wasn’t salty enough, the only salt being tinged in asbestos. the warning said. biblia’s thoughts drifted to barcelona, where alexander was sleeping in a hostel, probably revealing the werewolf world’s secrets like some drunkard.
Gap Year: Jake's Soup
But that soup and him staying with me, even though i wasn't saying a lot changed everything. after that, when kids picked on him, i'd fight them.
Gap Year: Motherfucking Soup
He looked form the soup to me, going back and forth like it was some cruel joke that he didn't get. "what is this?" he asked. "chicken noodle soup." "what do you mean, chicken noodle soup?"
A Warm Bowl of Soup
He stepped in, shutting the door behind him, and set the soup down on the counter with a clunk before grabbing couple of spoons and bowls from their respective cabinets.
What about binary fission? (prologue)
12:00 a.m. Axiomn Laboratories John's breathing increased; fear began clawing at his mind like a rabid animal. He knew he was going to die. That was the one thing he was sure of. He heard the heavy gurgling of the monstrosity that was following...