Acadamey's Highs and Lows 6
Each bright tendril slowly crept across the barren field, climbing up the wooden face of the desk, turning each simple text book and pencil into strange porcelain works, glistening brightly in the shine of the sudden shower as the light continued to crawl
Star Gazing: Chapter One
When inside her room, she grabbed her diary from her secret hiding place, and a chewed up pencil from a cup on her desk. she scrawled upon the thin pages the adventures of her first day in town.
FF: Diet Soda
For now he focused on the impossible task of lifting his pencil. the end
Chapter 7- Recounting The Past
I giggled at his blush and smiled, nodding "very nicely done for using only a pencil....i'm impressed!" i tried to ignore what he focused on the most, even though i found it so flattering.
Ardring - Chapter 5
He stared over, muscles tensing out of panic, and could only watch as a needle the length of a pencil and as thick as a couple of toothpicks sank into his flesh, behind his shoulder. he tried to focus on what they said to take his mind off the pain.
After School
He put down his pencil and turned in the assignment and walked back to me. "so you didnt tell me who it was niiro" he said to me quietly. "who what was?" i questioned him playing stupid but i knew exectly who he was talking about.
Rough Day
The calming action of putting pencil to paper in order to express his creative side seemed to help him ease his stress a bit as he kept to himself in the back of the lunchroom.
{Pokémon/Babyfur} Demoted To Diapers
With a smile, she puts the pencil on the paper and fills the sheet with numerous stars before adding a large crescent moon.
The Mute - Chapter 1: When I met Kyle
I held up my pointer finger as if to say "one minute" and jumped out of my chair to grab a pencil and my notebook. i plopped back down in my seat, panting slightly as i wrote \*my name is morgan\* "ummmm, do you have a sore throat or something?"
GBL High: Book one: Chapter One
A few writing books, a pencil case to hold the two hundred pencil pack he needed for art, the lead pencils and the blue, black and red pens for writing in general.
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Pockets chock-full with paper and lead a pencil and pad as my ammunition voicing my views and moods day in and out the world wants to change with control and vigour paws raised, shedding lives as fur different caste, creed and species
Those three words
I couldn't believe it, the poor collie he was just trying to ask for what he paid for, he looked down at his coffee just picked up his pencil and started doodling.