A gift you can't refuse
With my black gibson acoustic guitar in hands and my wide open case down my feet, i started to strum on the six strings.
Hemiola: Prelude
At least, it appeared to be a room—acoustically, it felt like a closed space. light emanated from the walls, floor, and ceiling, but it was too uniform to make out the boundaries between them.
Megalopolis - Birth of Anubis
The stone room's acoustics amplifying his howl to a point above what a normal throat could produce and making the glass on the floor vibrate with the sonic barrage coming from the two throats combined in one.
Man turned Wolf
He says, the acoustics of the cave making his voice sound from all around them. he turns back to the elder to see him looking at him. "is there a place where i can sleep? i am weary from the interesting trip i have had."
Nyandemic Story, pt. 7
My dad had tried to teach me, back in first grade; we'd never gotten anywhere, less because i wasn't interested than because i was a diminutive six-year-old trying to hold an acoustic guitar nearly as big as i was under my arm, stretch my little fingers across
The Chronicles of Vaahn - Karma
The guitar in question was an acoustic model loaned to jas by the school music department.
The Doctors of Doom, Part Eight
The two radiation-suited vigilantes flinched as the tower's acoustics amplified her voice. she winced, but kept talking anyway. her friends' comfort was of minor concern to her right now, with the entire city at stake. "this is lieutenant feral!
Found (Ch. 25)
Travis was next to show, sporting his acoustic guitar, and then there was aiko. she showed up holding her own smaller, violin case. "woo! impromptu jam session in progress!" lizzy said, making the group of kids chuckle.
A Single Candle, Part 2
"the laptop speakers can't handle the acoustic range of the piece," he explained. "it's almost silent, for the first few minutes. let it build a bit." "fair enough," the bear nodded. "tell me again what happened after you recognized this piece."
Zeke's Story-Part 1
"keyboard, guitar and drums, but acoustic guitar is my favourite." "nice." a surprised smile spread across his face. we carried on talking for a good hour longer. he could talk quite a bit, but i suppose i was just as bad.
Broken Dreams
Over across the room sat ryder tunnecliffe, acoustic guitarist and final member of raush to join. his signature top hat rested on his head, hiding the upper half of his face. along the furthest wall, sitting seductively was the bandicoot.
Artisanry
The fourth room ran the width of the building, a bit larger than the front room, and was decked out like a small, comfortable café from the days when such places had poetry readings and acoustic music.