The Summoner - Chapter 1
The amber earthly tones of the carved walls danced against the flickering lights as the shadows danced on the walls. "thank goodness! you're finally here, summoner!" said a grave voice in front of me.
The City
The stones of the city walls appeared to be made out of a single solid piece of stone, and there appeared to be no marks from the carving of the gate. it was a pale colored stone almost like they were made from sand stone.
Project Phantasm chapter 1
But, how does a carved crystal become such a powerful tool?" "the crystalline material occurs naturally in a manner similar to quartz.
Everything or Nothing chapter 6- Not home
Water ran along the grey walls and pooled onto the floor before being sucked into the drain opening carved into it. the prisoner sneezed hard.
LINKS - Chapter 5 - Shattered
Eloise finished carving the rune with a flourish. after sweeping it clean, she set about carving an identical rune into the small piece of red crystal. soon, both runes were complete.
Poem #85: Journey Through a Life Once Lived
The tears we shed are tears once spent making a memory in our lives; like a carving in the stone, the tear memories are here to stay. ~bhscorch [!
Star Wars: Dark Mandate - Prologue
Through these attacks the sith grew greater, they carved planetary governments and system-wide empires out of the power granted to them by those 'peace-keepers' of the light. persecution taught the sith hate and hate made them strong.
Emily's Last Journey
With the last of her strength she finished the carved words at the foot of the door. draceed mark angels together forever. with a warm smile she looked over the words.
Poem: Love
A simple flirt, a simple hug, a simple kiss, may scratch at the limestone of the soul to carve intricate patterns in its deep golden hue. if the scratches grow too deep the limestone will crack and break and fall upon each other to support one another.
Somewhere in Nevada
Looking closer, one might find small carvings in the walls of the cabin. sigils both ancient and strange, written in no known modern language. watching them in the half-light of the sun, the eye might wander, but no pattern leads itself to fruition.
Ragnarok - IX
All the air was turning gold translucent, like the film of antique movies all in shades of brown as if shot through a lens of topaz carved. somewhere night was coming.
Silver Moonlight (Faust's Rebirth)
The image of the weapon raised and ready to swing for the kill was carved into their retina. adrenaline surged through their veins. they scrambled and ran. blood stained the blonde fur of their body.