Walls Book 1 - Ch 18 : Phoenix
The sensation of embarrassment flashed to a peak as volkov made something of a dismissive wave with his hand and banished the canvas from existence. "nothing!" volkov uttered.
06 - War Victims
. \*\*\* vil watched the group of ant soldiers sitting under a low canvas at the edge of a clearing in the forest through the binoculars. 'so the whole area is surrounded like this?'
Morphia Episode 6: The First Contract
Surprising both me and canvas with this news, and even alex. "in order to rise to the top of the guild, you need to have mastered your sexual urges. we all know that."
The Rogue King - Chapter Two
The undulating water held koral's attention as they rode passed mismatched tents, teasing him with the occasional flash of blue from behind a pole or around an expanse of canvas. the camp itself was huge.
Lonely Oak Chapter 49
The canvas of the structure must have been treated with fire-retardent as well, for it was not progressing as fast as he had expected.
Susceptible to change
This was why she didn't like going out in public, especially when the streets were crowded, she didn't appreciate being a living canvas for the minds of everyone present.
A Milky Delight
Rastaban's white scales cut through the morning canvas, the sun just peaking over the horizon and turning the sky purple and orange. his webby fringe shuttered and fluttered as the wind ripped past it and his ears.
Flying Circus
Branches clawed at the aircraft, tearing canvas from frame and scraping against metal components with a terrible screech. all the while whipping at the exposed fox cradled within.
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.
The Lakehouse: Chapter 1
The two set off down the path, shouldering their duffel bags and waving to the truck as it sped away, the sound of singing men echoing from under the canvas.
A Breath of Spring
There wasn't much to see in any event, home was little more than a faded green canvas tent nestled in the crook of a hill between the trees.
Short Story: Kiss the Rain
I sat up on my wooden stool, took a brush in hand and started to work--i wasn't sure how long you were supposed to spend with someone before you asked for marriage--my brush stroked across the canvas.