Chapter 1: Alkalaz
And rum is in the hall playing the fiddle again." and the hare points towards the hall. "thanks" as they hugged for a while and left. music can be heard from the hall. "they must have been going at it." rend looks exited. "yup.
shivers part one
I fiddled with the cogs for a while and finally after numerous tries i got it and turned the lever making the cogs move.
Doctor wot: The Furry Earth Part 2
The saviour sighed & began to fiddle with a small control device.
Ch. 2: A Night At The Island, part 2
Dean looked at the note and fiddled with his necklace. "hmm..." said tyson while he's stroking his chin. "you think i can help?" dean nodded. "i think that you can. at least, that's what i hope." "is that it...?" said the bull.
A Trip to Extinction: Continued
There was naught but silence for a few seconds, the sound of a lock being fiddled with soon breaking it, much to their relief. the lower of the two planks moved and was swung open like a door, though there was nobody to be seen behind them.
That Morning
The men's vocalization grew in intensity as she pulled out one of the lock picks and guided it into the small hole and started to fiddle with the mechanism.
The Unfortunate Musician
He fiddled with his bass, fiddling with his fingers and the chords he could play. (he often played to himself during this time.) he looked around him. he briefly glanced outside from the door - each time looking darker than the last.
Curse of the Crinkle Crate! | Chapter 3
fiddling with the tapes for a minute, he rediapered himself to his satisfaction. he stood up and walked in front of a mirror.
As Your Voice Fades | Part 1
Nick stopped fiddling, "i have no dad, he's just the guy that married my mom and left cause the family name mattered more than the actual family" ryan stopped the car at a stoplight and put both arms around nick "i'll never leave you."
The Hunter of Baile chapter 3: The Road To Grayseed
Richard took to fiddling with the armour plates on his arm and counting farm animals, while north began filling the empty glass bolts with salt.
Wheels and Papers (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the fox in particular, laid her coat out ontop of her satchel while she fiddled with her wallet to hold out her card with one hand and offer her travel paperwork with the other.
The King and The Pawn [Poem]
You played me like a fiddle and blinded me to the truth, but now it is my turn,to make my move i assure you,it will be slow and agonizing in the end...