G.R.R. Chapter 8
I get my head under him, grab him by his waist and pull him off the fence and slam him down with the hardest powerbomb my body could muster onto the canvas. "ohhhh!" the crowd yells.
Good Enough/Crossroads Chapter 2
Chance watched him curiously as he pulled an easel from beneath the table and set it on top, carefully placing his canvas on it.
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 19
Kadai saw something moving inside, striped by shadow and light from the cuts in the canvas. he froze in place, his muscles tense, wishing he had thought to bring along a weapon.
---Time-Less---
My eternal paradox a wolf in sheep's clothing painted as a fox a picture not quite right a tad too dark around the center, yet blinding with outlines of light an image resembling what each feels is right the artist forever hidden from sight a canvas
Lonely Oak Chapter 49
The canvas of the structure must have been treated with fire-retardent as well, for it was not progressing as fast as he had expected.
Memories of a Fox
The meteor shower was now reaching its peak, the sky looking more like swaths of light against an ebony canvas. we watched, until day broke. it was time to head home. the two others were coming with me to report the death of their co-worker.
midnight love
David smiled and took him to the garden to pick the flowers he would need and soon they had two baskets full and they were back in the room where an easel had been set up and on it a canvas as white as snow.
Blood Warranty (Otherwise Untitled)
Looming in the rain, like a painting the artist was trying to erase with gasoline onto the canvas, was a basilisk.
NCOD monologue
The invisible scars that have covered my childhood can now be seen and it is beautiful, i am beautiful, you are beautiful, the world is beautiful on this night below the canvas of eternity where i'm not wearing camouflage anymore.
The Japanese Garden
His wings opened wide, the stars twinkling behind the canvas-like material. his muzzle opened, and an almost inaudible yawn was added to the peaceful clattering.
Lines of Crimson
Like the sun shining down and giving life to the forest, the lines of crimson streaked across her pale face; giving life to his canvas. he did his craft with the utmost responsibility, for perhaps only he knew the true value of the lines of crimson.
"He's moving on with his life."
The canvas shall decay. the lights will become broken and burnt. the world will continue to turn. scars will remain to remind the wounded that living can in fact make one stronger.