Beasts of War
Between all light and with the twilight comes a peace that calms and soothes these bitter beasts and as they bask in lukewarm light a short lived end to bloody spite and so the war begins again a bloody fight to bitter end except in this scrap
FML With Coda
I can never decide which i prefer, but since i feel the need to be high-art pretentious, i put the coda in scraps. comments appreciated.
Horizon: Salvaged Heroes, Ch.2
As much as the peoples of the tiere system liked to scrap, she didn't wish a war with people who could manipulate gravity on them. no, there was only one way this could go.
Calin Regainig the Edge Chapter Three
Small holes blown through parts of the hull in non critical areas said the crew intended the ship to be left as scrap in system where it could be recovered and repaired.
The ones left alive: Part 1
She nodded and pulled out a little alarm clock tied to a makeshift bomb i made out of some pvc pipe and some other bits of scrap i found.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 16
Sometimes she would find a scrap of bread or a cup of water, always placed just within her reach, so she had to stretch and bend and grope to find them.
The Foolish Toads
#41 of scraps this poem was the winning entry in the iron writer contest at anthrohio this weekend.
A Furry Love Story - To Room 7
#9 of scraps so henry went on through the day until he heard a sound he pushed a button on his wrist and this is what he found the meeting place was to be moved away from room thirteen the meeting would be someplace else inside a room more
Shayde's Story Chapter 3
One that was missing a scrap on the bottom, and which swirled with an oily film. dread swept through shayde. it was the shadow, had she been waiting for him all along?
(sort of) important question for my watchers
That led me to never being able to finish another story again because they where never good enough, just scrapping them or putting them aside (with one small exception i have yet to upload here or anywhere else, since i am waiting for a certain pic i commissioned
A Dark and Stormy Night
Holding it firmly, mason probed the space between the coyote's claws with the tip of one of his claws and started to scrap the dirt in there.
Held
But ever since his passing he had developed a short fuse and often got into small scraps with others.