The Pit
carve it through my chest; do so with a smile. the moment is for the taking, it happens only once; a mere blink would be ruining. face down in the pit, i lay, a tattered, quiet mess. in the pit i shall stay.
This Poem Is Haunted
This is his heart that they carved out of wood. this is his body. this is his blood. these are the words that are left of his mind, and that is the sky he is somewhere behind.
Season of the Pumpkin: A Drabble of Terror
I think that you're just about ready to be carved." the unlucky plump squirrel buried up to his head in the soil and gagged with cloth stared back at the farmer with pleading eyes as tears streaked down his face.
Storm
Will knew his new life was not going to be easy and he started to walk, carving out a new pathway in his life and finding out if his parents are still alive and his secrets to his strange past.
Chapter 2 - The Sixth Curse
"every one of us carries this curse, because nothing that has ever been attempted has left a single mark on the carving. when the our warriors destroyed guil muntrus's memories, the knowledge of how to undo the curse was lost.
The Lion of the Underdark
A large four-poster bed sat against one wall, set with silk and felt and carved of oak. against the opposite wall was a large fire place with a copper kettle setting in it, a strange, foul-smelling liquid boiling within.
Devotion to the Blood Chapter 2
The blue carvings glowed as the fire was drained from it and was sent back to the fire again. "wow that's a neat toy." "sure is.
Conveyor Belt
"where did you learn to carve wood like that?" "sticks taught me. don't remind me," jackie stuck her tongue out. "but orchid wants yours," the jackal observed. the roach grinned. "orchid doesn't want to owe sticks anything."
As-of-yet-Unnamed-Fantasy Ch:1
A vaguely man shaped carving with a long beard and a hammer. as per the norm for human society, they detailed the holy item more than the god who held it. it was beautifully detailed. the intricacies of the patterns amazed me.
When Dragons Go to War
To rip the flesh, and carve the bone, good dragons must go to war. for banners rise, and kingdoms fall, when all good dragons have gone to war. for lives perish, and the innocent lost, when all good dragons have gone to war.
Antithesis, Of Darkness and Light
Over a symbol carved long ago into the door.
The Cats of the Forest of Time
The rocks were about chest high in comparison not deven, he walked up to one and tried to rub away some of the moss, curious if there were any carvings or signs of workmanship on it.