Canvas and Melody - Chapter 2
#4 of canvas and melody turns out, the issue was fonts! ... great. chapter 2 _michael_ i sat down at the usual lunch table in my usual spot and glanced around the table.
Property of the Executioner
And as ex drove down wraith grew desperate, thrashing his arms and legs on the canvas in a vain attempt at displacing the pain.
Mave's Origins Part 1 - Fool's Gold
The canvas on the back of the truck was suddenly whipped open and i saw adler and kurt. adler was older, maybe late-30s or early-40s.
Commission: The Great Enslavement - chapter 1
The image was coming together on the canvas beautifully - the dark tones of the bookshelf behind the vases showed through the coloured glass, their straight spines thrown into curves so that nofur would guess what the darkness was.
The Leaves of Fall Act 3: Something That Matters (Part 19)
\>vanessa draws the book of wrath and a razor out of her canvas bag \>she approaches gloria \>"oh, don't worry. people don't change. deep down at her core, she's still a horrible, hypocritical, prissy little bitch.
IT: Infant Tech | Chapter 8 [Comm]
Left to his own devices, strapped snuggly in a blue canvas straitjacket, and already beginning to feel the contents of his padding clamming up against his fur, bolt pouted.
The Circus of the Tamed
But when she looked up, there was something else in the clearing just before her: bright lights and stretched colorful canvas. all her life, she had heard tales of the wandering circus, but never had she expected to see one in person.
Dead Anyway
A volley tore through the canvas of desmond's still-wet painting, leaving it in tatters.
Canvas and Melody - Chapter 3
#5 of canvas and melody all comments and critiques welcome, and any questions will be answered in character and henceforth canon.
Canvas and Melody - Chapter 6
#8 of canvas and melody chapter 6 _chris_ "seriously guys, i just don't get it. how did all these prom posters go up in a _single_ night?"
A Skunk's Portrait
He muttered as he delicately touched the canvas and blinked in surprise as his finger was pushed back as if he had poked rubber. "whoa... weird..." he muttered to himself. christen had no doubt in his eyes now, "stew, i'm going!
Chapter 7: Recounting the Past
He picked it up and chuckle sheepishly...though i couldn't see his face behind the canvas. mr. a walked behind the canvas as well, chuckling as he looked it over.