Last Man Standing
They keep us out of the brass now, keep us in the lines where we can let the instincts do the most good. sure hope we can rein it back when this hell is over. won't be a win at all if we have to become what they hated to get it.
THE FRONT: PART 10
There was a silence for a second, then wynter unpinned his brass sergeant's stripes from his right shoulder and held them out to scott. "sir?"
BX-132
Pausing in front of his door he smiled at the brass name plate that read "ron conrad - head of r & d." sliding his identa-card through the reader, his door clicked open.
Stolen From Some Great Writer [Winter Meta 2022]
A large brass and red titan nearly shaking the ground as he touched the snow, giving a warning to those nearby to stay put while others began to do the same.
SHIFT 008: Cold Bargain
Among the fighting he had scampered back to the brass tube he had been sitting up. he didn't have his horn anymore making the rings mounted on his items useless. however he did have paws now.
Peter and the Fox chapter 1
brass bodies are meant to resonate the noise from the mouthpiece of a brass instrument, woodwinds have wooden bodies, the truth of this really is in the name."
Where The Frost Rose Withers
Laying in the fields was a brass dragon on it's back, which appeared to be napping or just resting. one small glace of it put a smile on the bear's face, as he walked towards it.
On this New Sea
Three, he was flesh and blood, not made of iron and brass and coal. but that couldn't be helped. jan dropped down the ladder and into the forward space of the engine room.
Barfight Invite (Otherwise Untitled)
"thank you for your prompt reply.", her posture dropping lower in a fluid motion of retrieving the brass knuckles from her belt.
LoS Into The Shadows Ch3
A huge hairy creature with sharp but broken nails, wearing a faded dark blue cape and rusted brass boots stepped into sight. crimson remembered the creature from his memories. "my little crimson, my perfect specimen... why did you leave me?...
A Journey Begun - Chapter 17 - Know Your Enemy
As we walked closer the two men advanced slowly towards us, bats at the ready, so i balled my hands into fists, the brass knuckles cutting gently into the flesh of my palms.
Behind Closed Doors
The ballpoint leaks ink, sullying the blank notebook poised at page one, and the novel propped open, halfway through, beside the empty drinking glass, few drops remaining: light spilling in, bold as brass.