My guardian demon
She said as her and cheese sobbed, amy gave them both a hug before the question forced its self into her head"...oboe... do you know who called, my memories a bit foggy "she said her memory in a haze and in shock.
Return to the Jungle
The last few notes of the oboe playing softly. he had only been asleep for an hour or so. he checked his phone. it had only been around an hour. yet, he felt so refreshed. he felt like he had slept for days. he sat up and wiped his eyes.
Our Divine Discontent
Or oboe? something trilling ... holding its note, trilling, and trailing. something going solo ... in a bed of brass sounds. "what is this?" assumpta asked. angular ears swiveling. "i do not recognize this piece."
Polaroid
An oboe? ... aw hell, i don't know. a golden-colored thing that she blows into really hard and makes really nice sounds with it. jamie is good at what she does. she's very popular. when she first joined st. mark's last semester, things were a bit iffy.
The Delights of Hospitality SNEAK PEEK
“oh, please, don’t mind me,” the naga said, their voice low and sultry like an ivory oboe. “you ssseem very content to make yourself at home.” “uh…” leem was surprised the naga was fluent in their language.
One Fateful Saturday
The rounded end of the nozzle it the shape of a miniature oboe. "this", jodi announced "is for changing my sex. using the wide end adds a vagina while the slimmer end creates a penis and a scrotum to match.
Searching for Galahad Part Two
An oboe's wail cut though the ensuing silence, quickly joined by drums as five other females, dressed the same as the mouse, joined her on stage, hips rolling in rhythm. beat by beat they stepped, moving into formation.
Green is in the Holly
The song started filled with oboes and cellos and flutes with just the right amount of clarinet and i felt myself humming along with the words i knew for part of it as i glided across the floor
Christmas With the Swansons, Part 2
It was then that an orchestral version of the song "o holy night" began playing from the living room speakers, a soft intro with strings and oboes slowly mounting into more complex sections of layered harmonies from different instruments and drums rolling
Opus 2. Ch1. Overture
He was sure bassoon reeds and oboe reeds could mimic the sounds of the gulls. it would be wonderful! he pulled himself out of his deep thoughts and turned only to find rick a few feet away. rick smiled at him. "you were miles away maestro!"
Somnium
oboes and a string quartet follow a slow, pensive melody as a loud applause starts filling the room, drowning out the music.
Happy Birthday [-CORIPATRIO-]
I said with a smirk as the oboe solo kicked in. he smirked back, then gave me a sharp, corrective tap to the snout as a reminder that i wasn't there to talk.