Sweet Memories Chp. 1
I knew you still played your bass, and thought you might be interested." he gave me a hopeful smile. i sighed, "i really wish i could ian.
The Leaves of Fall Act 3: Something That Matters (Part 11)
V=1qbk-xo6zqs&list=pl9axlzdra49qkxgysov2judd410\_ni-0j&index=9&t=0s \>the four of you fall silent, save for the distant thrum of bass from the house, or the shrieks and shouts of drunken teenagers spilling (or stumbling) out into the backyard \>the moon
Tease Anthology 1
A deep rumble began to vibrate through the air, it taking a few seconds for march's ears to process the deep bass as a rumbling chuckle.
The Swords that Bind- Prologue
His firm, slightly sibilant bass voice was known to instill dread into people who displeased him, and his sheer size often imposed his will with little assistance from his silver tongue.
Alpha and Omega: The Outlanders Chapter 9
Ronnie stood their plucking the thick strings of his bass with a blank face that did let off a smile once in a while. it was not the arrogant look of someone void of emotion, but rather a focused look of someone who like to stay above the fray.
14 Overgrown
Dragonflies half a meter in length buzzed about, their wings creating a bass-heavy buzz as they went. beetles the size of small horses wandered about.
Laughing All the Way to the...
A grizzly rattled off, his deep voice like a low bass. "check, check, check, and check!" a low toned wib listed, as he tossed the duffel bag onto the wooden table. the contents clanged and crashed when it landed.
Dimensional Balance Chapter 20: Shooting Sparks
The floor shook, vibrating with the muffled pulse of bass from below. the man glanced up as she stepped inside, part of his face covered in shadow.
"The Gift", Daniel's Chapter 1, Part 4
Staring down at him, the elk's voice was strangely soft, rumbling in a deep bass. the words that came out had a sense of certainty to them.
UTOverse: Glamorous Alien Rock & Roll part 7
“you could ask my bass tech, but he ran off with our mech." toby laughed. “so, you share a mech?" a second voice followed up. “nah, i don't use it. nothing but hands and tables for me."
Glass heart pg 1
The roads where empty, bare. the moon was covered by grey clouds and the dim light of the road lights flickered on the verge of dying. the weight of the bass that was strapped to my back by the case made my shoulders sore. the pain was nothing compared to
Ego Death
bass throbbed through the hazy walls and made parr recall that there was both a large party and small fox he had left alone however many hours—or seconds—ago.