Portrait of an Italian Noble
They called him Don Aurelio, a name which conjured images of an old emperor, engraving a sort of majesty in the minds of those who cared. Which, in 19th century Italy, was pretty much everyone. Nobility was important to people. To commoners, you were...
Through the Looking Glass: Chapter 4-B
She looked exactly like an older version of this girl in the portrait! and... she looks so much like you! her hair, her eyes, even her grown-up body looks like it does in this portrait! banjo, your sister's alive, and she's safe!
Portrait of the Autist
The coldest winter never bit so coldly at the young man's flesh, as the winter in his heart did. The organ most often associated with love, compassion, and life was to him, at least, devoid of that symbolism. A whirlpool raged calmly at the open...
The Cult of Sexuality Chapter 1: Raised on the Basics
They kept up their tribute as the portrait watched, continuing to give off the handsome smile.
Counter Earth Chronicles - Fallen Empire Chapter 1: Welcome To The End Of The World
He said as the portrait disappeared of the human dongo and i had helped in world two. "hey what happened to ms. arrow's portrait?"
The Cat's Portrait
Once they have finished, if you still remain standing, you may begin your... portrait..."
Rebuilding Hearts
Here held all the portraits and pictures. one in particular was hung on the bricks of the fireplace, it was a portrait all but my mother had done when i finished the citadel of infiltration by my fathers request.
The Mansion
**1 – the portrait** at the front of the hall hung a portrait painted in oils: a woman in a gown and corset, with dark lips and darker hair. its eyes didn't follow the viewer so much as pierce through them.
Portrait of a Lonely Wolf
For every day, somebody else has left. For every day, another empty house. For every day is closer to the day When he will be the only one still here. The only one to never find a way To any other place. His road goes but In circles. And he...
Through the Looking Glass: Chapter 4-C
The bear who rouge knew was tooty by this point looked at the portrait. gingerly, the bear took it from rouge, studying every detail of the portrait.
Con Artist
My finest portraits, from my point of view, have always been the portraits that were painted after having studied my subject in greater stages of undress.
The Sexcapades of Clovis: Chapter 1
\portraits? what sort of portraits and why do i feel like you're planning to humiliate me?\> \ nora huffed indignantly \ \