Trained Sight (Otherwise Untitled)
~ upon the whirr of the first target rotating into sight, the jackalope brought her grandfather's old service revolver to bear on the rings of circles, the heavy metal cool to her palms and lockwork's operation like a glide of thought
Cog in the machine
The heavy metal bar slotted into holes in the ground and one by one the chains released. “please don’t eat me” allen begged as the last chain that hold the dragon’s neck back was released.
Sleeping without the Remote (Otherwise Untitled)
~ it was only a short time before the television was elaborating on the litany of niches that garden hoses could fill when staging, attending, or breaking up a heavy metal rock concert.
New Depths to Reach New Dreams
Mechanical whirring quickly filled the air followed by the crash of heavy metal feet. the sound of metal on metal drowned out the rapid tapping of boots.
Mornings in the Dark (Otherwise Untitled)
~ ~ ~ at precisely a quarter past five in the morning, frank's alarm clock began to croon with the sweet songs of the local heavy metal station
Basic Training (1k words)
"c'mon, sit down," gestured the lion as he walked behind the heavy metal desk, covered with paper, and sat in a rather thinly-covered chair. the dalmatian sat in a completely uncovered metal chair opposite him. "i know you're smart. computers?"
Oddity Chapter One: Fatherly Love
Yet another short drive it was to the ice cream parlor with the radio blasting some heavy metal, he pulled the truck into a empty space in the front before shutting off the engine and getting out with his daughter.
On a normal winter morning
He walked up to the cab of the old yellow excavator, and fumbled around his pockets to retrieve the key for the machine, he unlocked the door, grabbed the key, climbed into the cab and slammed the heavy metal door shut.
Saahira's Guide to Safely Pondering an Orb
_“note: wear heavy boots when manipulating an orb, and avoid wearing heavy metals."_ _ **cleaning and maintaining your orb** _ “most people are going to tell you that any glass cleaner will work on a magic orb. these are filthy lies.
Christmas Story
#9 of random stories **christmas story** **by: silverback christianpaw** i lie on the bed in my room as the sounds of hard rock and heavy metal music blasts from the speakers of my computer.
Sieben
My wings also had a somewhat heavy, metal restraint on them, keeping them in a folded and immovable state. a black nylon muzzle reinforced with steel alloys covered our maws to prevent us from speaking, but more importantly, burning anyone alive.
Let The Wind Blow--Chapter 1
Lauren heard her friend greet the individual on the other end, as laughter and heavy sighs cut through the silence like a heavy metal song. lauren balled her paws into fists and buried them in her knees. her ears grew hot and slid back behind her head.