chapter eight. A new friend
He ran off leaving his canvas sitting there. she peeked around only to see another amazing painting of the river but not with her in it with a steamboat going in the water. she sighed wondering why he ever tried to give up his love for art.
chapter four. a walk and a suprise
He said peering from behind the canvas. she skipped from the railing and stood beside her brother as her jaw dropped. "trigger.... it's so amazing!"
Remember Me, My Love
The canvas pack on my shoulders contains all that i will know of home, for however long i'm away, or survive. a small tin-framed picture of her on our wedding day...a beautiful dress that complimented her rusty-golden fur.
Liam and Muireann
She looked out of the canvas with genuine kindness. she appeared truly happy and... "this painting is called 'forgiveness.'" liam said. "i can draw no other conclusion than that i actually met muireann while my body remained in this plane.
The Rogue King - Chapter Two
The undulating water held koral's attention as they rode passed mismatched tents, teasing him with the occasional flash of blue from behind a pole or around an expanse of canvas. the camp itself was huge.
The Cat's Portrait
To help take her mind off of her surroundings, the feline took a sheet of canvas from her backpack, and fumbled around a side pocket for a pencil.
G.R.R. Chapter 4
The canvas bounces and the crowd oohs and awws. i got the champion down. i hook his leg but don't see the referee anywhere. "hey, hey, get out of here! get out of here!" i hear the referee argue.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book III Chapter 8
Almost every part of black dragonesses body was covered with white markings, once they shone brightly on the scaly canvas of her black scales.
Voided Traveller: Chapter 6
Weapons of ages long gone, rusted beyond repair, pieces of art bleached to nothing and the canvas rotted, and the smallest of potteries smoothed out and insignia lost. "so, thou hast come."
This time I lost some...
Though the smaller tiger had tried to mimic this attack, crusher easily unlatched his arms and flipped him over his back and thrust him hard onto the canvas.
To Knock at Heaven's Door
The world was lost to me within a single wingbeat - the canvas of darkness and shadow above and below dispersed, washed away by the purity of the light.
The Morning After (Part 1)
He finally dug deep enough to see the canvas colored cover he always threw over his bike at night. "please be ok! please be just fine!" he cried.