A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 25
Her ghostly hands pressed against my cheeks. "or both." she whispered slyly. i couldn't help but chuckle. "or both." i conceded. "something that isn't that far of a stretch." "would you do that?"
THE BLANK NOTEPAGE
Melissa said in question.the ghostly hand of her grandma,traces on her left shoulder-that her granddaughter can not feel.
Silas' Workday
It was more like... like some kind of silent, invisible master was hovering behind her, a ghostly hand on her collar and leash, ordering her to demean and humiliate herself in every possible, nauseating way.
A Class Of Vintage Occult
Her ghostly hand came to rest upon his to help him drive the instrument of her death into her. the tingles represented the touch she had, he only wished he could truly have her hold his hand.
Taking The Long Shot
A dark, ghostly hand reached over and ripped off the lid, as the sarcophagus suddenly twisted. leander and luna both tumbled right in with a yelp, landing hard on their backs. in the next moment, the lid slammed shut above them.
I WATCHED LONDON FALL TODAY
But we felt something go through our hands,like a ghostly hand.' the energy was so cold as the arctic wind. "i feel something?"i said,as i feel the cold on my hand. "what do you feel?"cassy said behind me. "a hand?" "a hand?"she said tensefully.
A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 24
Mist pushed her ghostly hands against my skin, making me lay back against the soft material. it was rather uncomfortable having everyone almost on top of me, but i wasn't about to say no. "good night, everyone." i said, yawning.
A Story Teller's Tale Full Version
The magic was formed in a thousand small touches of his guests, he could feel them as if ghostly hands stroked down his body. what did they see while they danced? what did they feel?
Dance of Masks
Mournful red eyes floated in midair, peering at me from above twisted, pained faces that seemed at first human, but on second fearful glance seemed to be ghastly masks, tightly gripped in a ghostly hand.
Addison's Fur-Right Night
Mere seconds before that ghostly hand touched his face, the raccoon whirled and dashed for the door, at this point not caring if he stepped through the floor and fell through to the basement.
The Oasis
Linna's knot swelled, two immense spheres that throbbed and begged to be crammed inside anything tight and warm but denied that chance, until she stopped using her magic to stroke her shaft and placed a pair of ghostly hands on that lonely knot and squeezed