Young
I wait; he may have an eraser, rub each and every soul i know away. make me feel small forever. we fuck. i enjoy it, like a consenting adult would do. but as i look on my new body, there's something off.
Glacea Malfac's Challenge
Many have attempted to overthrow her only to be consumed, mutated into a beast, have their minds erased and pressed into her forces, or fallen to her corruption. will you stand against her?
Facility- Chapter 7
At first he starts writing out the word 'smell' or at least as far as i can tell for he erases it after writing the 'e'.
From My Patreon: A Bite To Eat [Story, Werewolf]
She frowned, tapped on the screen and carefully erased an errant line with her pen, nodding her head slightly to the beat. tapping the pen against her lips, she stared at the drawing.
Rose- New Spell
Thankfully it seems that the writing on the paper can still be erased so that i don't have to completely restart whenever i make a mistake. and i did make quite a few. but after all that work i have a spell that feels unique and complete.
Facility- Chapter 5
So not only did someone change up the room by means of removing the old table and put in the dry erase board but they also went and replaced all of the papers in the room.
Zap Faps: Please Don't Fail Me For This
Tensing up in all the right ways, he could hardly keep up, limbs jittering, knocking pencil cases and erasers off the table until nothing left was there to disrupt his balance.
How To Get The Job
Brian waved her off and quickly made his way to the elevator, feeling the judging stares from his coworkers (that weren't there) as he couldn't erase that goofy smile off his face.
Silent Inamorata: Chapter one: A Mark on the Canvas
I said as i worked to erase the pencil mark i'd made earlier when the door slammed.
To Dream of Darkness III - CH 52
They want me to determine if he read the documents, and to erase his memories of them if he did. the documents would have included those symbols."
What I See in You - Chapter 2:
Instead of me erasing my past, everything involved in my past simply erased my existence. and it was better that way." he stared out the window at the black of night, and cocked his head a little.
My Own Body: Slowly
The way the eraser warmed in my fingers as i rubbed, the sound of the pencil scratching over paper; these were real, these were necessary, these were home. not the girl in the cage. when i looked up at the clock, hours had passed.