Juryokine: Chapter Eight
She pointed to the canyon wall, "right now, you could anchor yourself to that wall and it would become like the ground to you.
Transformed Struggles- 1
The wall changes and begins to move; to expand towards him. trying to destroy the wall he quickly throws his books and then his backpack at the wall, the texture of the objects oddly feeling different to his right hand.
Eternal Blue 4: Alone Again
He was in a small room with one window high up on the wall, a chair and a sink were next to each other in one corner of the room and a small bed sat on the far wall. tireal felt uneasy.
Portals CYOA CH 8
I walk along the perimeter of the wall. and i walk. and walk. and walk.
Flight Academy: Chapter 3
Everyone follows and arrive at the wall of faces. there is a pedestal at the foot of the wall with flowers and other things. "is this a memorial?" asks staal, rather nervously. "looks like it. has all of the things for one."
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book I Chapter 11
In front of them and revealed a stone wall on the far end of the tunnel.
Action Scene
The door entered into a small laundry facility, several sets of washers and dryers along the wall with a folding table in the center. a steam press and sewing machine took up the adjacent wall.
The Coffin: Part 6
"i've been busy," said astari, pointing with his snout towards a large, flat wall at the edge of the treasure room. marcus turned around, eyes widening as he saw the walls and silvery, glowing patterns drawn upon the stone wall.
Lila of the Reptilydes Part 3
She sighed, knowing that even though she didn't want to tell him that she had been beyond the wall, she was going to have to in order for her to tell him about the murder. "i went beyond the wall."
Jasper's Oddysee (B1)
The lizard moved completely silently, it's arms finding all the little holes in the wall, and tail swishing quietly behind it, keeping it stable as it scampered up the wall.
From Dungeons unto Dragons : A lycan\'s tale
Aged spider weds laden with gloom and dust drifted lazily off the worn stone walls. the gentle gust of stagnant wind, billowing over the flames of decrepit torches, flickering the small flames.
in my dreams, in my nightmare...
Why was there a blank wall behind me yet the walls ooze with what looks like blood?