Marionette
Marionette in the box cries, sleeping tight another night wishing each day for the box to stay closed his solice in rest as the dark wraps around him, comforts him no friends for the marionette, no peace for the puppet the marionette in the box, a toy crafted
Taco Bell
My cheesy master, my bean-filled lord; you are beyond compare finely crafted, soft as silk nobody is as fair. god stood from his throne, his proclamation shook the sky. in his hand, ingredients shone too holy for bare eye.
Counter Earth Chronicles Dual Realities Chapter 52: Everything Wrong Is the Fault Of Someone Else
Ember said as he exited the circular greeting room and headed toward the center of the craft. _"greetings welcome to the dark forest!"_ deerfeeder said to an occupant who exited a small black boomerang shaped craft.
David the demon ch1-3
At the entrance to the cavern he started crafting a solid wall with an opening for a door. he strained the last few moments crafting the light door from the dirt under him. almost immediately after starting to admire his work he heard scratching.
The Coffin: Part 7
I have made the world shake, slowed time to a crawl, traversed the breadth of the world in a single step, and crafted things from the very essence that makes up the lifeblood of your universe. essentially, magic is my clockwork craft..."
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 90: Everything Is Fine....
A well crafted iron one with only a pull ring for a handle. it looks so out of place." "it could be the exit out of here." milo said pulling on the handle. it creaked as it slowly opened. behind it were three more well crafted iron doors side by side.
Krystal and Chase: Iron Sight P3
The pilot slowed the craft down as they passed over the first of the colony's outer walls.
Sirius: Book one - The Beginning: Chapter 3: The Great White North
Kaine who sat along one side, and the small craft quickly lifted into the air to fly away as the guard at the door closed the hatch. "so, axis?" kaine began, breaking the momentary silence cleanly to ask a question.
The Fatesmith
You see, i _desperately_ need this armor, and rumor claims that the wearer of any armor you've crafted has yet to perish." the fatesmith blinked, mouth working for a moment in the aftermath of the sudden eloquence from the lizfolk.
Annun - Pathfinder Custom Race
Upon character reaction, choose one of the following craft skills: architecture, carpentry, masonry. the chosen craft skill gains a +2 racial bonus and cannot be changed.
Cosmic Maternity
She drooped, feeling heavier than the mountains she'd crafted as she let out a long sigh, wiping a swelling tear from her quivering eyes. that was until she heard a sound.
Alone
No locksmith can craft up time. only the universe. i get lonelier as i look at you through the bars, as i hear your voice; your promises of love and affection; your voice so sweet i could melt.