Daisy and Boss: 11 - Believe Me When I Say
Sarah knitted her fingers and looked hopefully to daisy, who frowned in concentration. "um... yeah, i'm not sure where it is though... i would have to dig for it."
A Werewolf in Lewisham - 1, ??? Anonymous
Which may have been the case, for all i knew, or it might have just been that she wasn't very good at knitting.
Cerise Saltfoam - Clean Biography
Wearing a coral coloured blouse which clings too her lithe, althetic blonde fur like a second skin with dark teal gossamer-like scarf around her furred throat, tied in a large, loose bow, just below the left side of her chin, with mid-shin length kelp coloured knitted
Cockroach Motherfuckers
She was using her knitting needles to drill holes through two small wooden spheres that she'd carved before. "makes sense," fran nodded. she should probably figure out how to fly one of these things at some point, she thought.
Enter the Madman
She immigrated from a distant land many years ago when she was only young woman and she lived off her ability to bake and knit ever since.
Furry Holmes Chapter 1 ( Part 3 )
Lestrade said nothing, but replied with knitted eyebrows. "you can stay at home if you want," i said. "i'll go, okay?" * * * "have anything happened lately?" i took a sip of the tea the shopkeeper offered us. he shook his head. "see? nothing!"
The 3 Bored Cats
Everyone called her pestimist sunshine steven was yellow and was all down and mellow jack was red and was laying almost dead and sunshine was black, laying by on old dusty knick knack all that was there was an old wooden clock and an old lady who knitted
Antipathy
It's obvious what's going on here, there's a raccoon with a narrow, waspish frame- arms entwined with the cross look of a disapproving girlfriend on his handsome face, brow tightly knit, eyes focused, peering with a stare of pure acidic daggers piercing the
Remember Me, My Love
There was a small hand towel she had knit for me when she was small as a gift, i always kept it in my chest pocket when i would go away.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 7
They walked at the rear of the group and talked of the trees and their leaves until nashil's mind began to wander home and knit itself back together.
After the Storm - Part 15
The sceptile knit his eyebrows, appearing confused regarding what the charizard had pointed out even though he knew very well what the charizard meant. "another problem?" "someone tried to hack into our network." the charizard answered.
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Two
"uhm, i knit," joe said, rubbing the back of his head. he grinned at mike's blank expression. "you never know when you'll need to make a pair of socks." "okay then," the 'roo said, clearly at sea. he cleared his throat. "so, yeah, stalking.