...and thou
He moved alone, though, down the street of shops, stopping every now and then to look at things in the windows that caught his eye: colorful glass sculptures, a chocolate fountain, a dance lesson--until he caught the warm scent of bread baking and knew what
Chosen of the Sea [2nd Person TF(TG)]
Hopefully there was at least one good spot around as you begin your journey through the dense jungle of flesh, beach towels, and the occasional sand sculpture.
The Madness of Mrs. Frank
My sculptures, some of my finest work and one of my husband, not long departed occupied the corners.
Just Once: HOUSE HUNTING!
It looked more like an abstract art sculpture made by a pretentious art graudate and with lawn signs made by somebody with a gender studies degree (that cringey) than a house designed by an architectual engineer with (duh) an engineering degree with
Kiera
By the time the sun was setting, kiera was leading us past the sculptures of trees and bushes that marked the edge of the bear palace.
The Old Violin
Thomas chamberlin stood on the stage with his wife, the seats that once held vases, sculptures, and paintings empty and there was only thing remaining- the old violin.
End of My World 5
The ground floor was lined with plate glass windows and had dark, highly polished wood floors there were grey metal sculptures strategically placed and the high, dark ceiling was covered with tiny circles of light, giving the impression of a starry sky.
Conception
Although it's not as if you have nothing you can do....i, um, quite enjoyed those sculptures you had in your room. they looked quite cute. and the same goes for those drawings of that panther man on your notebook, too.
*PDS* Muriel And Oscar's Snowman - 2013
Her feet were cold from playing in it, but she wasn't about to go in until her snow sculpture was done. oscar and milan watched their daughter work.
The Long Shot Part 2: The Loud Crack
"well liz, are you get on or stand their like an ice sculpture." "no need to be rude bushman" she retorted as she climbed in.
Brought to You by Swamp Weed Alchemy
Frozen in a moment of grief, the sculpture's face was buried in its hands, seemingly wrecked with sobs. "is this one any more talkative than the last?" knox asked, a wry look curling their muzzle.
Cecil's Day Out [Request]
He got onto his leaf pile and smiled at the game cartridge that was now his sculpture/painting.