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.
I Believe Its Time To Wake Up
And neither did the story i was attempting to weave through the mind of a child who knew no better the ways of words than he did the scope of the universe itself. that is what this is.
Behind Those Mountains
They took the bones and weaved them into little toys. the children giggled. a tiny theater of ribcage dolls, smiling pale faces in moldy varnish. where were they when the shadows fell on those little bodies?
Two Grumps At Pride
He couldn't for the life of him understand why those colors had been chosen, but the designer had made a statement, artistically weaving colors together. that, at least, brought a smile to his face. \*\*\* "you're smiling!"
The Great Prophet Of Zao Chapter 18: The White City
Soon we are weaving our way down streets and back alleys "so these are the famous painted houses of kouneli." eros says breaking the silence.
Uncomfortable Comfort
Sparkles of gold became seen in the granite tread weaving their way into the walls, the sun still present in the evening stead. beside myself again, the fingers still trembled and wiped away liquid crystal from the eyes.
Book of Warlock 4. Here be dragons.
She said, weaving a net of magick deftly, aiming to collect them up in it as a last resort before having to hurt them.
The Frozen Flame -III- The Marble District
Another lunge came forwards, along with the sweep of the weaving paw towards the incoming wolf. all the wolver could do was bark a laugh when he saw nothing happening from it.
In the Shadows of Kryckwood - Ch. 1 (MHO)
"there are some... odd quirks in the weave here. what caused them, i can't say for sure.
TLOS Legend of the black dragon chapter 5 a day out
Back inside the weaving beach cynder and georga were standing in the middle of the treatment room.
A Song of Freedom
Tiny clumps of greenery pass below as i climb, my shadow weaving between theirs as they sail below. old and ruined farmhouses pass me by, forlorn and yet somehow serene and stoic in their age.