Let Them Eat Cake
Her shudder almost made her drop her knitting needles and carving knife as it ran all the way through her from head to toe.
Respawn (re-post, correct)
Her shudder almost made her drop her knitting needles and carving knife as it ran all the way through her from head to toe.
Dead To Me
"did jackie ever tell you the story of how she traded something for those knitting needles she got from tilly that time?" the jackal scanned her mind for it, but nothing came to mind. "i don't think so, no, why?" what had they wanted to hear?
After Dark: a side story, Part Five
_" rachel looked up and watched cathrine's form as she swam, and tapped her knitting needles together before sighing softly, "_guess we'll see what happens..._" hours after cathrine first jumped in, rachel flagged the swimmer down, and cathrine stopped short
Embertooth - Chapter 3: Home
It hurt more than he could possibly imagine, as if someone was tossing his brains with knitting needles. but they weren't words, the lion understood. they were names.
Eye of a Needle
\*\*\* she'd definitely bring her knitting needles with her, jackie decided.
A Thousand Needles
The roach fell back on her knitting needles and yarn so she could use the clothes she'd make as currency. headbands, hats, scarves, gloves, socks, and coats were valuable commodities that wore out quick when you had to use them often.
10 - Reflection
_and for my next trick ... maybe i'll attack a granny who produces knitting needles in order to make a blanket for her grandcolts._ the train moved out toward their next destination, and the others of his team managed to fall asleep in one fashion or another
A Real Stand-Up Guy
It always made topher think of little old grannies with knitting needles, but lashonda loved it.
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 1
He trailed off when he pulled out a group of knitting needles and a large skein of bright orange yarn. "that's the fifth set we've seen," samson said, looking at the yarn with raised eyebrows. "maybe we should call him again." a few other guys nodded.
Futzler Files #6: Futzlers, Ham, and Heartache
Kelly's mom was sitting in a recliner across from me, a pair of knitting needles sticking out from her carefully curled paws as she met my gaze. "good morning sunshine," the elder lynx cooed.
Tears in a Rainstorm
I know." her mother said, hanging her head and reaching over to grab her knitting needles, "you should spend your energy more constructively. try finding a job in town."