Gates to Misery CH: 6
-clink- the restraint around my neck falls off and i make a force field to protect myself. it helped a little, but i wasn't strong enough to keep it up with the way she was hitting it.
TDWTTJ - Cuchan.
His entire tail seemed to have been made out of bone, even down to the light clinking. he gritted his teeth, as his tail was brought around to his front. it moved as flesh, yet it was encased in bone. or so it looked like.
Chapter one: Visitors?
*********next morning still fangs pov**********clink clink bang* what the hell? i get up and slowly walk to my door and open it still in my shorts with no shirt and walk to the kitchen yawning.
Chained Runner
He then pulled out and disappeared into the bathing room, leaving danae who fell once again, the chain clinking as she shuddered with tears.
Chapter 1
The snow leopard, vaughn, slid his beer on the table to clink them against the mugs of willie, the fox, and ty, the otter. "no one else here. especially all seniors like us...
Auction
She shifted, hoofed paws falling with heavy clops and soft little clinks on the wooden surface as she changed position, though her frustrated, muffled words changed into a weak, shuddering little moan as the plugs shifted, cheeks discolouring sharply
Chapter 8: Shameless
The ice clinking in the silence made david resist a flinch: he had come to associate clinking ice with drunken rages. john had never really hit his mother. in fact, he had never even slapped her the way he'd slapped debra earlier that night.
The Gift of a Stranger - Chapter 5
Glass clinked as he placed the mug back on the rack. his paw stole to his left forearm and his expression darkened.
Space adventure and the Zombie-robot-aliens
His space sit clinking together like the stormtroopers on star wars, as he ran, he had a blaster clipped to his belt but he had no ammo. jade turned a corner and almost ran straight into a zombie, robot, alien.
wolfbane ilse: prologue
The guard patrolling the prison walls was rounding the east corner slowly, his paws making barely a sound; his sword clinking lightly against the plates of his armor, when his attention was caught by a strange smell.
Writing Exercise 1- Make Me a Suit.
There was a resounding clink as vorel tossed a bag of gold on his desk. "no tricks. this is important." q bowed low, his eyes never leaving hers. "for the money you're paying, it will be perfect."
The Lock - Early Short Story Attempt
I dropped narse's dog tag in with a muffled clink. snapping the drawstring shut and held the bag in my paw jostling it. the clinks of sixty dog tags, no, wait; sixty-one dog tags greeted my ears with the music of death.