Anemone High Ch. 0 - Introduction
Otherwise, i feel like i'm writing on a blank canvas, and it feels a little daunting. fetishes will come and go, each of the announced in the preview box above the story. if you are offended by these things, please look elsewhere.
Rangertale, Ch.2: Tull, the Conqueror
It appeared that they were within a tent, as the only light that came into the tent's thick canvas came from the folds in the material at the bottom.
Twilight
Its world was black and simple, like a canvas.
Practice Makes Perfect
The sky was beautiful, a great canvas of purples and oranges, like a meadow full of flowers. it helped to clear his mind of all the day's stress, all the chores and hard work, all of it was in the past.
Adept Paws 7: Familiar Faces
Rea gripped her bag of spore pods, the canvas digging into her pawpads. it weighed almost nothing, but she knew that one sharp impact would set them all off.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 60
She lifted it above her shoulder, taking care not to accidentally hit taberah in the face, and thrust it at the brown canvas wall.
G.R.R. Skunk Wars
I try my last gasp and wrap my heavy legs around his waist and pull back on his head again to try and get him back down on the canvas. "grahhh!" he back-pedals as fast as he can, bam! "ah! god!" i yelp as my back hits the turnbuckle hard.
Chapter Seven: History
The image rippled, and suddenly the woman was in motion, painting on a small canvas. hadir and ranani stepped through the painting and into the room.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 46
She lay with her face right up against the canvas of their tent, unmoving. "mother?" "i've never been able to understand you, renna," she said. "i tried. cora knows i tried. but you were just too different." "i'm sorry..."
Every Artist's Dream: Chapter One
He entered, and saw several canvas stands. quickly, he set up his paintings, and waited as patiently as he could. he waited for yet another eternity, only this time it was only five minutes, and then the 'judges' walked in.
Death's Blood Ch. Four: Paving The Way
I pull the stack of pages out of my inner breast pocket, to set next to me, and then pull out a small piece of canvas from my other one, which has been folded twice. i stare into the picture taking up that canvas, again looking for some kind of guidance.
Broken Words: Chapter 15
All it had ended up being was splotches of paint on a thin, thin canvas. it had no greater meaning, it had no greater purpose, and it was nothing more than it was.