The Lead Crown: Ch 7c, Proclamations (Pt 1)
Shaking the cobwebs from the concussive blast out of her head, she stepped around brother jessen and smirked when she saw her opposition on the ground, unconscious. "jessen!"
Unique treasure
Opening the door, there is nothing but cobwebs and rats. "disgusting!" about to double back out. a sack is quickly put over her head. kicking and screaming, she can't escape.
Second Sight: Chapter Eight: Epitaph
There wasn't even a sign of cobwebs on the walls or corners of the room. i had came out in a large, empty opening; possibly another warehouse, but still without any lights.
Father and son fun
A few hours later he wakes up, stands up and stretches before he changes shirts and shakes his head a few times to clear the cobwebs from his mind and heads down stairs.
Zoo Keeper - ch10 - Protector
The house owner said, covered in cobwebs, from the hallway. * * * no cliffhanger this time, well no major ones.
Dawn of Chaos Pt 2
"it could be worse, if you were into drugs and alcohol we'd be swamped with cobwebs, fog and...well...swamp." i turned on my intruder angrily. "you can stay the hell out of my head!
Jocks, Cocks, and a Cat
He held a chain that was attached to a pulley, which leads off in a cobweb of steel and iron links.
Screw the New Year
Dust and cobwebs weren't much to be concerned with, but the subtle **_creeeeak_** of tired wood didn't instill any confidence in the fluffy purebred. "if you weren't holding me up right now, we'd probably end up crashing through the wall."
The House: Ch 1 - The Arrival
"i mean, there's not even any cobwebs or dust. so who knows." she grinned wide putting on an over the top creepy voice. "maybe there's ghosts keeping the place clean!" abigail shivered, nate smiled, but most everyone else just gave her a dubious look.
Festival of the Fae
You shook your head as it filled with cobwebs, suddenly swaying on your feet. the music was loud now, and it seemed like it was reverberating inside your head. someone was touching you, you realized in muted alarm.
Bonding Exercise
#3 of archive original description: "shaking the cobwebs off my keyboard and getting back into writing... managed to whip this up in a few hours. really enjoy writing these small stories.
I, Suspect
The knowledge that i would be unable to survive outside of this miserable, cobwebbed manse sat as heavy as my anger. i had no friends that were not his friends, no world into which i was a part.