Faith Reborn- Chapter Four- New Bass Player
drums jerked into the roll of beat just as the singer also bursted in with the hip sound of the lyrics written months ago. snap.
Weathering the Storm
The rain drummed loudly against the windows of the apartment. the thunder roared and the lightning crashed.
Dinner with the Winstones
#3 of tales from partridge drums mohawk puma here! another tale from that small town that no one's heard of, partridge drums. sorry for the long submission drought, life's been at me, again. comments, votes, and favs are appreciated, thanks!
Lunch at King's
The town of partridge drums never forgot its people. the end
One Hell of a Dark and Stormy Night
Along with drum after drum of their finest booze. as they sail away the crew danced and merry around the boat without a care in the world, as the crew celebrate, timothy after a few drinks of the stolen ale will be in a night he will never forget.
That Gay Goth Dog: CHAPTER 7: Stuck Together No Matter What... (part 2)
He said rasing his ears. i smiled and put my arm over his shoulder and held out a drum stick to the camera smiling lightly. he smiled and took the pick and hugged me. his tail was wagging fastly and i could tell that he sniffed my body when he let go.
Not So Retired Any More VI
Buck opened up with his drum-fed ar-15 half an instant before the world exploded, chunks of street flying in all directions as everything went white.
Changes: chapter 7
"good, i am the ultimate ninja." he pulled out a small drum. he started spinning it in his hand, it's balls on strings hit the drum, and it spun out of his hand. water started swirling around it as a doll like figure appeared.
That Gay Goth Dog: CHAPTER 6: Friendship (part 2)
Can i have your signature storm." a boy about 12 said smiling and help out a pen. i took out my drum sticks i was useing and signed them and gave him to them.
Rock Out
Next came the not-so-subtle entrance of the drums, backed by our fierce dante, tiger and drummer-extraordinaire.
A Leaky Bunny
All the while as she murmured and gasped to her phone, the bucket rang with the drumming and soon the splashing of her urine.
Tribal Studies
As she moved away from the fire and the drumming, she felt herself start to grow weary. it hit her then that she had been part of the ceremony for hours, how many she lost count.