Suncrest - Chapter 1
The string and his dinner disappeared into the murky depths never to be seen again. a complete and utter failure. his shoulders fell. "no. my dinner. come back." his stomach rumbled in lamentation.
To Dream of a Wolf: chapter two
Three fingers held the string as bren slowly pulled back. presser built as the string is pulled back to his ear. the is a moment of calm and silence. then a release as fingers unravel and the bow straitens slinging the arrow though the air.
Lonely Oak Chapter 118 - Lady-In-Training
She loosened her balled hands, and the strings that were hanging down were shown to be attached to something larger. she let it fall in her lap, and quickly fumbled her fingers over it.
Chapter 21: The Pass of Mandobar
At first cynder didn't know what to do with it, but an obvious trigger, a string to pull with a ring attached to the string gave cynder the idea on how to trigger it. she pulled the string out and a small red light lit up on it.
The Joyous Piano (Final Draft)
Fritz was nearing the end of his tutelage, and i was in the process of getting my strings prepared, tempered, and strung. this process took six and a half years to complete. each string itself took just under one month to create and tie down.
The Joyous Melody (ROUGH DRAFT)
Fritz was nearing the end of his tutelage, and i was in the process of getting my strings prepared, tempered, and strung. this process took six and a half years to complete. each string itself took just under one month to create and tie down.
Illusionist
Ben doubled over as i doubled over because of the shoe strings, falling onto the marble floor. not only were the shoe strings around themselves, but they started to snake its way up my body, binding me.
pretty ribbons - poem
#5 of poetry collection poem no. 5 we weren't made of pretty ribbons we weren't a happy thing we were a tied up mess a relationship made of string loose buttons and badly sewn barley hanging by a thread though little had i known our relationship was
Puppets
And the ones who pull the strings count their jewles.
Words on a paper 2
Your souls, tearing at the strings of fate, wishing they were not of this earth. has the high power forsaken us? are we simply an experiment gone wrong? no matter what your choice is, you can't change what is meant to be.
She Plays (Poem)
The bow slides across the strings of the violin, sending crisp melodies through the air. her soul leaps into the air, dancing upon light feet. at noon, she plays. she dances with a man.
How We Survive: Arc 2: Chapter 1 W.I.P.
Yes, the fox who doesn't believe in love still has his string of romances, or lack thereof.