Landing the Landscaper

Having his eyes on the landscaper, rumble would feel excitement when he saw the kangaroo's muscles flexing, especially those of his pecs and abs.

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Landscapes of Hetra: Ouroboros

Posted using postybirb landscapes of hetra: ouroboros by olemgar/rodrigulino (cw: slavery, sexism, forced prostitution and non-consensual themes.)

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Life Under the Swatter

After a few moments, the screaming had abated and she looked around, apparently amazed at the new and unusual landscape. when she realized that nobody was going to come to her aid, she visibly started to panic.

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Snowscape

As it rose, it illuminated the landscape, emanating the beauty of nature in a single swoop of it's graceful light, every shade of brown on the snow covered trees, and the supple red on the bricks of the houses, manifesting an invigorating image of magnificent

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True colours that I seek.

This is not easy to understand For you that come from a distant land Where all the colours are low in pitch - Deep purples, deep emeralds and rich man, Where autumn's flaming and summer's green - Here is a beauty the you have not seen. All is...

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Chapter 8: Ter'Olen

* * * during the night the talita continued to glide along the river while the surrounding landscape changed.

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Memories of Summer

Written in honour of all those who lost their lives in the Great War. You will never be forgotten. Date, 1st July 1916, Time, 7:15 am. In fifteen minutes time the whistles will blow, and the battle of the Somme will commence. Today is also my...

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Plush Love Volume 1, Episode 26: Dreamland

A low sun shone brightly on the rolling tundra. There must have been quite a warm spell to bring out a such a thick carpet of tiny bright flowers and hairfine grass. The ground looked soft and cool. Luke looked into the screen bemusedly. He'd seen a...

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My Summer Camp Experience: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 It was a quiet and crisp Summer morning. Within the living room of a slightly old fashioned house in the middle of Salt Lake City, a middle-aged woman walked through the corridor to the hallway carrying a big brown bag around her arms. ...

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The Best Summer Ever: Chpt 3 - State of Mind

I stared out to the open ocean about twenty feet away from where I was sitting. Admiring the setting sun and its splashes of orange, red and yellow all across the sky. It has been five days since I had first invited him over, we have hung out everyday...

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A Dolomite Verse

Another old poem from High School. I got the idea from looking at a picture from my favorite calendar series, "Windows to the World" or something like that, by a couple named Scanlan. It's a picture of the Dolomite mountains in Italy. I...

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Chapter 4: The Voice

"Oih! Lucan!" Nol' called forward to the crimson wolf, who was straying farther and farther to the left. Lucan looked up to see only snow ahead, whizzing around in the wind. Being so distracted by the trinket in his hand he was now facing the wrong...

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