To You, I Belong: Chapter 4
I've always wanted to be a composer or a conductor for a symphonic orchestra." he chuckled. "in a sense, i am now. it's just on a smaller scale." he leaned in closer. "but what about you? how about you answer your own question?"
That Gay Goth Dog: New Beginning 2
'Run and hid little boy, you cant escape us' a demonic voice yelled from the abyss in front of me. "NO!" i yelled back at it. "come here Jeremy, i love you" i heard in hardens old voice. "NO! YOU LIED TO ME, YOUR CHEATED!" i cried out. "EACH...
Avarin Falls, Chapter 1
The city was strangely silent this evening; even the crickets, usually at their symphonic peak this time of the year, had set aside their melodious instruments. up at the temple braziers were being lit, from wall to wall.
Lying Figure In Mirror
The symphonic crack of its broken neck was enough to tell me its punishment had come to pass... i raised my lips from my lethal kiss. the pinprick fang marks showed me enough to see that i had indeed broken its miniscule neck.
No Frills: Ijona Hykok
She also played piano for the school choir, cello in the symphonic band, and the theatre. all of this was on an informal level for her - she never took an interest in competition and simply did it for fun.
Beautifully Tethered
A symphonic, simmering love, buoyed by hope and faith, and oblivious, for now, to all the hurdles around them. for home, truly, was where the heart was. and his heart was with her, and hers with him. beating hearts, together.
Doxology
She would trill and whistle them through and through, with a stage-held, symphonic beauty. she was a natural-born singer. and her confidence showed in every syllable. she needed not the backing of true instruments, though.
Memories in the Sand
Their message echo in a symphonic rhapsody through the towering cavern hall. his purpose was clear now. the shifting sands trail his wake.
Chapter the Fifth: Youth
He stepped light-footedly between the poles in a motion that was nearly a dance and the symphonic resonance of his weapons clack-clack report settled poignantly into her brain.
Glass of 2014
Sometimes they would be pictures of various students playing instruments or entire orchestra classes or symphonic bands. they took out thin transparent blocks out of their pockets, which looked like prisms of glass.
Upriver
; that particular part of virginia is, even to non-natives, _glorious_in august - the weather is still fine, rather hot but relaxed by poolside and lakeside and ankle-deep in creeks, fading to the gentle rhythms of rocking chairs amidst symphonic
Death's Blood Ch. Sixteen: Insurance and Woe
There were books from symphon and its neighbours as well as those from dahalo, where the high priestess had apparently hailed.