This is Madness!
A pizza ran by, weaving through the crowds, yelling, "oh shit! oh shit!" as he was pursued by a gang of forks.
Meet the Studs: The Tiger who Blinds like the Sun
Brilliant orange coat that outshines the sun; wild stripes that weave and dip along the curve and hill of every bulging muscle and sinew, weaving into threads like tattoos(he's especially proud of the sun-like motif they form along his face.
Guardian of the Northern Light Part 1
The leopard gazed upwards and saw mores strands of colors weaving with the green, first it was the red, then it was the orange, and then blue and amber.
The Great Prophet Of Zao Chapter 10: the Endless Road
I turn around and follow the hamsters up the dirt path that weaves around homes towards a smell that i've not smelled before.
Initiation into Hydromancy
The wolf raised his arms above himself, weaving great symbols of power through the air. behind him, faora too closed his eyes.
F.U.R.R.Y
Means to me =^^= 'f' is for the fun i have with my friends 'u' is for the unearthing of discoveries about myself 'r' is for the recovery of my health since joining the fandom 'r' is for the relief of finding like minded people 'y' is for the yarn i weave
Renoucement
Dazled in her reflection her eyes a scarlet hue choral of echoes whisper like hungry ghosts heaven weeps above no longer a gateway tears stream her face innocents no longer bliss renoucement of the weft and the weave silent and repentant
Currupted Light
weaveing them into your despare. why is it you dont care? that destruction is all you share. as the sun sets. you shall regret. that you never wept. for with every star.
Academ: A Lecture and Lesson
I want you to recreate the mult-weave seal that was put on this lock and i want you to do it all by yourself with no assistance from myself."
Anarchy Riders
weaving in and out the buggy's followed, kira raised her gun and fired, hitting columns and floor, but not the buggy's due to their evasive maneuvers to the right and left.
Gahri pt 2- Love
His pace picked up as he began weaving through the bamboo. "fung come back!" he continued to pursue his leader, trying to catch up to him the best he could. "i'm sorry for what i did! (whatever it was..)"
Let gentle be the hands.doc
As they weave, the cut bound skeins that our lives relate steady, steady the hands mechanical wind heartbeats in melody subtle found within the ticks of time our lives continue, thrashing or serene to the tock of times of what we live