Science Fiction Short #1
_the rosy joker_ appearance is menacing at best, the iridium alloy coating of the ship's outer hull serves a bevy of purposes as the black metallic armoring protects it from the harshest of assaults and attacks, ranging from projectile weapons to ion particle
The Traveling Writer
He takes out the black metallic rod out of its holster before swinging it towards the air. with a quick transformation, the rod splits into eight different ends as it elongates itself, turning into a metallic whip.
Special Delivery (Fomatted to Fap!)
Neptune picked up the little black box on the floor and then moved onto the last piece of kit - a large black metal humbler. dopple couldn't see the humbler, he didn't even know what one was, but that didn't matter - it was still going on him.
Electroluxe!, Chapter Nine.
\>the sleek, black metal interior returning to it’s factory shine. \>just as you had expected, it’s almost two o’clock when you finish the oven, hip servos whirring in protest as you straighten back up.
A Whole New Kind of Heaven
His stairs were cold, black metal. he wasn't watching where he was going. he stepped on the first stair, and his foot slid out from under him. he plunged, head first down the cold, unforgiving stairway. with every step, hearing another crunch or slam.
The Death of a Prince - ACT II
It was a form fitting protective sleeve he slid into; and the black metal of the breastplate, though decorated had a low shine to it which drew less attention.
Like a bed of roses
The nearly crying bat looks at the black metal of the handgun. a tt-33 is what her father called it one day when he was cleaning it. she shakes her head, pushing the barrel of the gun against her temple.
Part III - Just Desserts
Two skins' eyes floated down next to the cage, where a large, black, metal case lay open, displaying its contents. razor sharp stainless surgical steel glinted harshly under the muted hotel room lighting.
Like a bed of roses-
The nearly crying bat looks at the black metal of the handgun. a tt-33 is what her father called it one day when he was cleaning it. she shakes her head, pushing the barrel of the gun against her temple.
Capturing the Moment
A pure white wolf, resting on his knees with a black metal spreader bar between them, cuffs binding together his wrists and his ankles in a single chain, and with a metallic chastity sheath wrapped around his crotch to encompass both sheath and balls.
Clawed Heart Feast
Listen to death/black metal for this one. and let me know if there's anything messed up about this. ''''''''''''''' clawed heart feast the glass was delicate and it broke easily against the wall, shrapnel flying into bits.
Dämonische Zeiten - Teil 3 - das Ende
Des weiteren lassen das vernehmen jubelnder stimmen und die black-metal musik im hintergrund auf irgendeine feierlichkeit schliessen. ich nähere mich langsam und wage einen vorsichtigen blick durch eines der löcher in der mauer.