2:9 Falling Away
"i wanted to be sure he was alone, so i waited for night to fall, then weaved my way through the underground. if he had backup, i had to lose them. i didn't want to lead them here of all places." "but you got his blackberry."
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 33
Up ahead, weaving and bending in the wind, were two intertwined oaks, discernable in the darkness only because of their unique shape. sarah has seen them many times when walking these woods. "sarah!"
Mortal Enemies
Mortal enemies * * * dance and weave taunt and deceive. escape the serpent's coils. never stop, never hesitate. or the king will have you as his spoil. - scream and cry hiss and fly. the second you pause is the second you die.
Don Quixote Complex
I will weave them together, i too contain multitudes a time and place that has yet to be seen. for us. for you, my muse, my juliet, my dulcinea, my beloved, the one who guides me a love for the ages that will shake the world wake the world.
Confused Tempo (Otherwise Untitled)
The parrot's eyes were closed, his attentions focused to the warbling ebb of klaxons weaving their way in and out of the tempo.
From the maze to now
My story is a small thread, but one i am weaving once more, and soon you will remember a great goddess.
Pt 10 - The Druid's Promise
At the end of the ritual, there seemed to be a magical cocoon that weaved itself over the dead sparrow... and a moment later, it returned... as a cardinal.
The Beginning Of Xrohne Part 2 Chapter #1
When james emerged on the top of the mountain at night he was wearing a straw necklace that weaved into his own fur collar.
Plum in... The Snow Demons of Winter
They were almost back to the village now, weaving between the rough log cabins that dotted the outskirts, toward the older whitewashed buildings that made up thew towns core.
A troll after my own heart
It all blurred together, as the arcane threads weaved into a spell. one that led me to a wide room, with a host of clear crystals decorating the ceiling.
the pianists journey
Crowds, she was on the center stage, playing the tune she wrote some time back before she worked at that club, her mind focused on the music, using the claps of the crowd like some strange metronome, the dj standing off to the side with his mixing station, weaving
Slender Haiku
Dodging and weaving, a quick place to hide in need, try and try to run. turning the corner, there he stands...waiting for you, you cannot escape. generator four, quickly slamming paw to switch, make way for the next.