TALES FROM APARTMENT 232 – Part 21, “Back in Black”
fletch-co is death weather you want to realize it or not. there are four horses of the apocalypse: war, famine, pestilence, and death; fletch-co brings all of these in it's path.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 59
Denko looked confused for second, staring down at the fletching growing out of his knee in wonder, and then the pain hit all at once. he collapsed to the ground, holding his leg, writhing in agony, unable to stop screaming. "aaaaargh! aaaaaaaarrrgh!
A Patient Death 01: Descending
The fletching of an arrow jutted from the socket where his eye had been, his fingers left twitching still in a rather poor imitation of life. death's exhale, the throes, corpse rattles - call it what you will - it was anything _but _life.
The Grass Is Always Greener
Wraith took a light step to the side just as the arrow passed, the fletching friction-burning her chin from the literal close shave. "the next one goes into someone else you love. i'm not here for you, girly. back off."
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 60
Denko looked confused for second, staring down at the fletching growing out of his knee in wonder, and then the pain hit all at once. he collapsed to the ground, holding his leg, writhing in agony, unable to stop screaming. "aaaaargh! aaaaaaaarrrgh!
Encounters of the Nth kind - Chapter 1
I heard sound like a hundred children screaming as the arrow slid into the head/pod and lodged, fletched end sticking out of the bottom jaw. i could see the point protruding from the opposite side as the thing began thrashing about.
Thrown Back: Chapter 13
Others were fletching arrows or working at creating beading, and some were sewing to make outfits lined with thick bits of cotton sewn between the material so they would be warm.
Lykos 3-13 - Invitation
Rodrigo watched fletch go before he looked back at beck. rodrigo lifted his hand, holding it upwards and making a pinching motion. beck sprung to his gangly feet and moved over to promptly rest his chin in his roommate's grasp.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 2
._ _ _ his thumb shifted at the fletching of the arrow, briefly lightening the tension in the string. then lannon angled the bow again, lifted it up a bit, pulled back - and released.
Down & Out on Malthus XIX - Part 1
On a thick red cord looped across his chest a quiver of red-fletched arrows was strung to his back and in his lap rested an ornate graviton bow, an oddly romantic choice of weapon.
The Furry Dead Chapter XXI - The Dying Time
He planted the shaft into its head to the fletching, then twisted and drew his hatchet as the second running fiend came at him, swiping high with a brutal stroke that would have taken his face clean off if he hadn't ducked low again and spun aside.
Hunting Companion - A Story Featuring ConorHyena
The sinew string of his bow was taught as he thumbed the falcon feather fletching of the arrow. "heh," huffed sakara "woolly rhino, if you've pissed off the wrong spirits." he glanced briefly at the hyena with an amused smirk.