Perceptional - Pt 4: Are you the doorman?
It had been a couple of hours since it happened, and he had yet to find a trace of the culprit. it happened inside the tool shack, that's for sure.
The Wedding of Hikari and Zach
A flourish of acid green runs along the borders of all of the fabrics and traces intricate wave and ocean details into the wood of the benches.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 22
But to make your entire trail vanish without a trace? and without a river nearby? apart from growing a set of wings and taking to the air, ander didn't know of any ways that could possibly happen.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 14: The Glen Between Shadows
traced its shape. sketched its sequence. calculated its variables like a monk tracing rune into sand. the weave coiled beneath his skin, heavy with power. he guided it with care. will. precision. and then it came. the air erupted in color.
Mirror Fragments
I whisper, tracing my fingers down the glass. here stands me, this noxious creature. at my reflection, another, more noxious--shaped around alien ideals: womanhood that wags its tail at me.
Numb-ered...
An energy for the worst of times, relieving with each drop, my anguish like a drain removing the painful moments i lives through quick as a blink it leaves a clean slate, repairing the mental gate i let fall apart & sink quicksand at hand, i cover any trace
Final days
'_ the nurse sighed and traced her feather tip around the sloppy,barely legible writing.
P.S. I Love You
I take our row boat sail the nearby shores and waters, no trace of anything human or human-made i sit on the porch looking out over the bay i remember my own old, frequent trips, figuring out about new places and things i remember
Thoughts Chelonian: a poem
**thoughts chelonian** _by altivo overo (copyright 2017)_ ten hundred hundred times the wandering sun has darkened, vanished without trace, returned; and though my time grows short at least i know my life is writ in arcane symbols turned into th'enspiraled
A Saxhleel Story: prologue
Frogs sang and insects buzzed, yet nothing remained here but a dead and abandoned village in the marsh, and not a trace of what had taken place in the dark of the night.
Cascaded Guardians
To damnation they ensconce alone, a dreary, lonely vision behind them appears an astonishing sight an outline of glory in the silent night shining with luster, a majestic white plagued with burden, their inherent plight love's memory traces
Catharsis
He replied, his own smile broadening as her hands landed on his chest, gently tracing through the expanse of white fur before her and his scent intensified slightly.