Harley's barking mad revenge
His slicked back mop of deep green hair loosened strand by strand falling in clumps from his scalp, his nostrils were filled with the dank aroma of dust spiders and other things.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 34
He looked at his fingertips, faint, yellow light danced just above the strands of his fur. responsibility.
Poem #23
Every fiber and strand feels as if ignited, burning brightly, the heat grows in waves, no end in sight, i feel like i should glow, as if i live in a sun, the burning increases.
smaller again
For now, you're stranded once again. however, bigger you had left crumbs out that you can now eat while you wait for your friend to arrive. you wonder they'll stay to watch you grow back to standard size again. it's embarrassing, to say the least.
Where I'll Be Waiting: The Cabin
stranded. alone. but he kept pushing, until suddenly, he fell onto his face. he didn't want to keep going. but, he stopped suffering in the horrible snow ground and looked up as he heard something... he didn't know what he was hearing...
Choose your own path Pt4
On the bed lies a beautiful elf maiden, her hair long and dark, the long strands draping over her naked body, and her beautiful lithe body lies on the silk like it was made for her. she looks up from a book she is reading, and smiles.
TMF-Ep37-The 6th Ordeal-
He is a normal colored skinny but buff 6'3 tiger, he has blue eyes with black hair with a strand of it sticking up.
Eat and Grow
The nation became a continent and soon after, you were the planet, your fungal growth running in giant strands through the jungles and crust of your home. you became the blueprint, absorbed the knowledge evolution gave you and you started to wonder.
Snow's Journal (Entry Two)
He made several long strands of lightning appear between his paws; he even gave khajiit a small ring that he had forged himself! (note: i must find a way to return something of equal value! a gift from my love can not go un-returned!)
Liath's Beginning.
Golden globules of light danced betwixt the black strands of nature's mystique. whilst a globe floated around her nose, liath chuckled and then laid her head back onto the ground, staring up at the golden-tinted moon.
Ghost of the Western Cretaceous Sea
There is that long, smooth, bone-white strand. mine eyes have seen the face of sweet salt water, and i live. its memory colors every joy i glean. life holds me from it. this i can't forgive. nay, sight is not enough.
Waiting for Rescue (Otherwise Untitled)
#36 of short stories a rabbit waits for rescue aboard a stranded ship in space. ~ brrrrzph. doop. doop. ~ a few seconds of silence. ~ brrrrzph. doop. doop.