Good Enough/Crossroads Chapter 5

"yeah, i do some sketches," chance explained, "but they're not really that good."

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Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 49

Those hands must be dream hands, or maybe the hands from her sketches, something that existed in a different world altogether. that was the only explanation that made sense.

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5 : BlindSighted

._ "it was a sketch, i've done a lot better." "can i see." he said in an inflection. "i don't know." she sounded a lot more eager than she tried to pretend to be. "please? i'm sure they're wonderful."

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Eon's Story: chapter two

Eon woudl growl as he'd grab his back pack, stuffing in the few things he owned. a book, a few pencils, sketch book, and his good clothes.

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Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 38

He took the spiral stairs two at a time, dropping past framed sketches of the mill his late sister-in-law had drawn up for them a few years back.

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Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 38

He took the spiral stairs two at a time, dropping past framed sketches of the mill his late sister-in-law had drawn up for them a few years back.

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Of Ice and Earth

With a sigh, winter looked down and realized he had sketched her. his lip curled into a snarl before he stood, the desk wobbling from the force of his sudden action.

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Chaos Chapter 12: Kidnapped

The six papers each had sketches on them, each of a different pokémon. but what really caught his eye was the layout of the paper's contents; a sketch, followed by a posted reward below them, and contact information of where to collect it.

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Family Drone

#3 of space station dystopia when i read the theme for blfc this year, i was immediately reminded of my sketch for this story, which i filled in here.

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Dragon Story: Chapter 4

Some dragons said his tail tip resembled a mirona leaf, but celadon knew they were just guessing, for they only saw claw sketches on limestone of what they truly looked like.

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TS: Chapter 2

With fifty minutes to kill, i took out a blank sheet of paper and began to sketch random things. before i knew it, the bell rang. "turn in your papers as you exit," said ms. ravencap as everyone packed up.

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