Andreas
I was even more confused when he pulled out a small sketchpad and a pencil, and began to write. he handed me the pad when he was done, and the cursive writing took some time to decipher.
Andreas - Part 3
He reached down when his throat was cleared, pulling out his sketchpad from his pocket and scribbling some words down before sliding the pad over. it read: ~yes, i'm sorry about that. i don't know what came over me.
True feelings pt2
She had just finished telling him why she had a sketchpad with drawing materials in her bag "do you have something to say?" she smirked at victor "you seem down. or worried i think." "uh..."
One day I will have him Chpter 2
I grabbed some artwork, my sketchpad and easel, and a few changes of clothes. as i walked past, i glared at her with no remorse. he started the engine and we drove to the nearest hotel.
War's Oversight - Chapter 07
As he worked, the dull light from above began to project a record of each stroke where it had been made, so that after a few moments, it took on the appearance of an illuminated sketchpad the length and breadth of the desk.
writing exercise
You sit down at the shore taking in the reflection of the setting sun and the rising moon, wishing you had a sketchpad...or the ability to draw.
A Bit too Much
Eli closed his computer and pulled out his sketchpad. he was hit by an idea for a pen and ink piece, so he experimented with pencil to see if the idea would work at all. he even forgot about lunch as he worked.
The personal files of Frank Timpson
If there was one thing that could pry axel away from his sketchpad, it was the weekly friday night games. it was in these role-playing games that he and his high school friends got together to escape reality for a few hours...
Distant Earth CYOA part 10
A few datapads arranged in a neat pile on a desk, along with an old fashioned paper sketchpad. his eyes wandered over it, he recognised the image quickly. it was a pencil sketch of the bazaar on edris.
Gray And Valkyrie - Chapter Three - Light Type
She had flipped through several pages of her sketchpad, forcing her hybrid friend to pass through over a dozen species. they had commenced at almost midday, and soon enough, it would be sunset. "hmmm..."
Through the Eyes of a Painter
He tucked himself back into his pants gently and wrote a short note to her on his sketchpad before he left the glen, his eyes troubled.
Pine Grove 5: Pain is Fleeting
His workbooks and sketchpads were scattered and shredded. various art supplies from pens and ink to watercolors and charcoal were smashed and ruined upon the ground. all in all it looked like a tiny tornado had happened upon his cabin from the inside.