Once In A Lifetime
My fingers were deathly cold, they always were when i was nervous but the unusually cold morning certainly didn't help as i crammed that scrap into my bag.
Vargothen - New Beginnings - Session 1
I manage to gather some cloth scraps and bolts of wool, some pine wood, and some scrap iron... this might not be much... but i could re-purpose it all into more useful object...
Cuddles with Croc Boy
You light a scrap of paper on fire and toss it into the pit, starting your campfire, you then close the lid, putting out the lighter's flame and hand it to him.
None So Vile 01: The Common Dead
Some blood from his finger was dotted in place, the men scrapping with their ally at his back. focus, work quickly, but deliberately.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 167
The scrap of cloth from kiana's dress rippled through the shadows as banno lifted the arrow up to his face.
Chapter 4- Lessons Learned
The family eats slowly, each one enjoying their meal and the company of the others; they finish eating around an hour before noon and relid takes the scraps out to the compost pile behind their cave, muttering something quietly to himself.
Dare
She heard a growl come from behind her, claws scrapping the surface of the rock she was laying against. slowly, she brought up her light, her hand trembling with fear and excitement.
Clarity
The world revolves around us here in frozen hell, passing the time with scraps from the wreckage.
An Encounter or Two.
The dog laughed and walked away, leaving spot clutching the scrap of paper he had given him. spot looked at the note.
Tears of the Bloodscale: Human
Soon the attackers were reduced to scrap and the two of them proceeded, closer to one of the most dire disasters the young bloodscale would ever face.
Through Darkness - Chapter 1, What Remains (A Metro 2033 inspired book.)
He took out some of the scrap and other useful items that he found on his trip through the tunnels, and he quickly got geared up for the expedition out to the neighboring station.
Dirt Garden (poetry)
If i indwelt some luring scrap of land far from here, secluded, my own to call, i would welcome these same weeds, one and all, to plant their roots in my warm, earthen roof, just they and i, with no hint of reproof, and thank the thorns for making