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.
Dirt In The Park
Her back being covered in the dirt and such basically ruining her groomed coat and dirtying it up. to him, this wasn't of much consequence, considering they both wanted it.
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?"
Letting Off Some Steam
My body was covered in a mixture of sweat, dirt, and -- where i had nicked myself -- blood. all of this was the result of spending the entire morning and early afternoon replanted shrubs in my backyard.
Taking the Dirt Track
Josiah looked at the running team uniform on his bed for the third time and, again, wondered where the rest of it was. He'd never really done the organised sport thing before, his high school hadn't been big enough to have anything much more than a...
Chapter 2: Dirt
So i decided to drag my foot through the dirt in a zigzag motion down it. \*swush\*swush\*swush\* i don't know i couldn't think of something onomatopoetic for kicking dirt around.
Dancing Dirt Into The Snow
'cause you're dancing dirt into the snow, while others look at you on show. you're dancing dirt into the snow, while all around you people grow.
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...
Tattering Humanity
For a couple stunned minutes, she stood on hands and knees, delicate fingers with ugly long claws hooked into the dirt--untied dress-shoes half-on her feet, her new tail fanning itself out, fur bushing up and trying to dry in the damp air.
Organic Fast Food
Organic Fast Food By Skipai ©2017. **WARNING!** This story contains acts of two male rats having sex within a very non-hygienic trash container. As such this will contain a lot of filth involving what would be seen in a public trash can. This...
Hello My Name is Jolene (Woman > Opossum Anthro)
Finding herself still thirsty even after tossing aside her last plastic bottle, jolene found herself on her hands and knees in the muck without a second thought, filling her mouth with water so brackish she could taste bits of dirt.