Sugar High [Commission]
The ferris wheel couldn't be repaired, but ripping it apart and grinding it into tiny pieces beneath her paw pad had been surprisingly satisfying. it turned out, the wheel wasn't really needed anymore.
Steel Wheels, Iron Horses Ch. 1
#3 of steel wheels, iron ponies in 1862 casey trotterson, a locomotive engineer, hired his son berkshire to fire for him at trottingham. berkshire was only 13, but he was strong and mature for his age. this partnership continued for three years.
Pony Poets - The Wheel Story (2nd in series)
As the wheels rolled up the miles, they giggled as they set out the second line of their family poem.
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 9
Ander gently lowered the wagon onto its newly replaced wheel. it was nice being able to help someone in ways other than shooting deer through the neck with sharp pieces of metal for a change.
Chapter 10: Trade Routes of the South
The wheel creeks along as they walk the tread eventually the rope goes slack. rhal cracks his fingers. "i think we hit bottom." kyra hops out of the wheel and stretches. rhal grabs the stop and wedges it into place.
A trainer's story [12]
Use bone rush to block that flame wheel!" the aura pokemon quickly joined his paws together, only to spread them apart again, generating a long, green energy bone.
The Fire Without. (Part I)
The wheel attendant kicked the ride into manual when he heard ellen let out her first scream. it took him twenty seconds to revolve the wheel, before the gondola rested at the ground. by now, fire had engulfed the stranger's body.
He Kissed Me Like Summer
So instead i asked, "can we ride the ferris wheel again?" and then you did it again, made it impossible for things to get better, by making things better. "okay."
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 183
It was the brake wheel. luke sprinted for the stairs, hugging his injured wrist to his chest and giving the bedstone a wide berth.
Halo: FUBAR Chapter 07 - Objects in mirror
The driver was jerking at the wheel, weaving between covenant vehicles and smashing infantry into the pavement. plasma turrets swivelled our way, but the bolts couldn't track us at the speed we careened through their lines.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part I
“don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy," the radio sang. too late for that, years too late. another road marker flew by and it felt as if someone were tying weights to his eyelids.
What Was Broken [7]
A few others had gathered during their play at the wheel and a few gave quiet applause at his win.