The Clutch
Leisurely standing, he walked down the dark tunnel, striking a torch on his way. the tunnel was expertly carved, smooth and circular with lines of ancient text carved into the walls, ceilings, and floors.
Dragon Flame Pain
She looked at the torch, then back at leviath. in a moment, there was going to be no going back for him. her heart felt so bad for him... _okay! let's do this thing!_ "oopsie!" and with that, she "accidentally" dropped the torch.
Friends and Enemies
One of the imperials cried, rushing up with a blazing torch in one hand and his sword in the other, "what's going on here?"
HUNTED C14
Next to him was a small trough that presumably held a small amount of animal fat to dip torches into. all that lie in it now was a single half-burnt torch and a thick layer of dust.
A Vixen's Luck
The torch must have found a pool of oil; i'd smashed as many of the casks as i could when i'd descended into the hold earlier.
Choose your own path Pt3
.** as you lift your torch higher, you decide to take the left hand passage, and as you walk down it you notice it curves in a zig zag pattern quite regularly, almost too regularly.
still bull but im trying OwO
Zach looked jumpy, his emotions raw like a tiny, tasteless torch. azrael could actually hear zach's emotions shatter into 4025 pieces. then the bold monster hurried away into the distance. not even a glass of whiskey would calm azrael's nerves tonight.
Kobold
The walls were higher, the torch was longer, and his armor was getting heavier and hanging looser every second.
Fat Bunnies
Not interested in the fertility value of the crap, they chase the rabbittoners with torches and pitchforks. because get real, who wants to eat yucky plants and turnips? tale 2. hmmm... papa rabbit?
The Ongoing Tale of Otterbear Inc. Chapter 4
I had a torch, two chests, a crafting bench and two furnaces. i went into the first mine from my cave and built a frame out of obsidian. i lit it with a flint and steel to make a nether portal. bringing some materials with me i went through.
Shimmerspark
#15 of poems follow-on to the torch is lit. we enter times of darkness now, the wounded and the shaken, the times that would us now destroy, if we should not awaken. but still i hear dear freedom's call.
The Gluttonous Duke's Last Meal
The metal casing for the torch clicked as he pulled it, indicating the movement of a mechanical device behind the wall.