Celeste Pt I
In her right paw is a scrap of golden fabric, and in the other, a bloody detached forearm.
Carrier Wolves - Chapter 9: Unprepared
"could be, could be wanting to turn us into metal scrap too," suggested the shiba inu. out of a slight paranoia, he turned up the output volume of the receiver. at first, he thought it was simply static, but it was a voice.
The Dread Grimoire: Chapter One
The scraps were an abandoned field of small trees and piles of junk the two had discovered exploring around the outskirts of the campus.
Tail Underground contribution part 2
The bear seemed to think for a moment, took a deep breath, sighed then offered the bloody scrap of cloth to the fox. will extended a shaking paw and took it. he looked at it and noticed that what wasn't covered in blood was blue; it was made of silk.
Section 18
Of course had i known all this much sooner i wouldn't have scrapped the project. as the day went on i got reacquainted with my old colleges as they arrived. it was hard for them to believe how much i had changed since we saw each other.
Juryokine: Exile of Heroes, Prologue
_he_ was that scrap of food, wasn't he? they both remained standing, since casto's chairs had been left behind when his table had gotten thrown across the room, but casto didn't think he could sit in the presence of this man anyway.
The Clockwork Falcon - part 16: an Unlikely Rescue
"i can' fault ya' there, squire," the hyena returned nervously, "but me hide's the only thing holdin' back the hell waitin' for me, and i got the scrap over ya', much as it twists me ta' say."
Running Rivers - Under the Surface Chapter 10
Inside his hut, lakeland was tinkering with some metal scraps on his workbench. he didn't look at stahl as he entered. "this puzzle looks impossible," stahl said, tilting his head at the scraps that lakeland was working with.
Pages From a Dog’s Diary #3
I feed him a few scraps, then i put down my pen and listen as he tells me about life, seen from a dog's perspective. sometimes i even learn a little.
Points of View - First Person.txt
Getting some scraps all over your arm after the fall, fingertips included.
The Priest is Summoned (Otherwise Untitled)
~ apprentice karol shook her head while she leaned in place to see inside the crucible of glowing scraps and for the sake of her notes, "no, there's a dragon to see you.
Prison
A scrap of food here, a drop of water there, then they laugh when they watch me dive after it. dive, that's rather hard to do in a 3x3x6ft cell. more oft than not they hurt me though.