THE FRONT: PART 7
There was an ermine stretched out over the canvas frame, his stomach had been torn by a piece of shrapnel, or perhaps a bullet and scott could clearly see a part of his diaphragm.
A basement in 1988
Like a metranome keeping perfect time, the sound was nearly maddening even muffled through this canvas bag. he knew it must be dark by now, as the tempature had dropped a bit. jonah had been there for hours.
Minimum Wage Wrestling #8
Instead, bunbuns takes this chance to hook both of _their_ heads under his massive flabby arms and swiftly drops down, driving both of his opponent's heads onto the canvas in a great double ddt move!
Athensia (Part1?)
It came to a lumbering halt, and all that remained of the regiment seemed like the aftermath of a careless painter haphazardly smearing and splashing red ink onto a canvas.
Flying Circus
Branches clawed at the aircraft, tearing canvas from frame and scraping against metal components with a terrible screech. all the while whipping at the exposed fox cradled within.
Until Forever
She peered into the back through a tear in the canvas and vaguely made out the forms of the heaped crates jumbled inside. she stopped suddenly, ears pricked, as a can skittered across the ground.
Chapter 4: A Flash of Lightning
* * * the canvas of the tent bulged obscenely under the momentum of the air, making the already small space feel claustrophobic.
Tagging Along
It was one large open space in front of her, canvas after canvas was propped onto wooden frames with countless drampas littered about as well as different streaks of paint across the floor and occasionally walls.
Chronicles of the Borderline: Chapter XI
Not him.\>\> his fingers groped the floor of the canvas tent, trying to find the knife to take it away.
Sofurry presents locked and loaded Ep.1
Fealowx hammers travis with right hand punches fealowx walks back toward the turnbuckles and runs toward travis but, travis sends fealowx a hard right hand which sends fealowx crashing to the canvas.
Sweet
He'd painted a giddy fantasy on the canvas of darren's heart--the finest of paintings, with the sweetest of strokes. but could the finest of painters paint the finest of paintings on the most scarred of canvases? pause. breathe.
Susceptible to change
This was why she didn't like going out in public, especially when the streets were crowded, she didn't appreciate being a living canvas for the minds of everyone present.