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- The Boys Stood Around, Shivering From The Cold, Up To Their . . .
The Boys Stood Around, Shivering From The Cold, Up To Their Chests In The Wet Trench
- One of Ours | Willa Cather Archive
It was about five o'clock, the yellowest hour of the autumn day He stood lost in a forest of light, dry, rustling corn leaves, quite hidden away from the world Taking off his husking-gloves, he wiped the sweat from his face, climbed up to the wagon box, and lay down on the ivory-coloured corn
- I Stood Shivering in the Zero-Degree Wind as They Laughed . . .
CHAPTER 1 The cold in Michigan doesn’t just chill your skin; it hunts for your marrow It’s a predatory thing, a silent weight that settles into your joints and reminds you of every year you’ve spent on this earth
- (I) - The Mad Game Chapter 1, a warhammer fanfic | FanFiction
A continuation of the novel Fifteen Hours, detailing the frontline experiences of a young soldier named Larn During his tour across the Imperium and his struggle to keep his body and mind whole, he finds that not everything is as clear cut as good against evil Consequently, the lines between friend and foe slowly begin to blur
- The Workhouse - Literary Kicks
The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him Child as he was, he was desperate with hunger, and reckless with misery
- Cormac McCarthy – The Road (Pages 1-58) | Genius
Everything as it once had been save faded and weathered At the top of the hill they stood in the cold and the wind, getting their breath He looked at the boy I'm all right, the boy said
- To Build a Fire | East of the Web
The blood was alive, like the dog, and like the dog it wanted to hide away and cover itself up from the fearful cold So long as he walked four miles an hour, he pumped that blood, willy-nilly, to the surface; but now it ebbed away and sank down into the recesses of his body
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