The Dark Night Of The Fire
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INTP Road to Self-Knowledge
(tine's are like computers...)
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 180
Every violent jerk caused the tines of the pitchfork to momentarily rise off the steps and then slam down again, creating a frenzied tapping and scraping of iron against wood. "why aren't you dead!?"
Coming back to work :-)
I have my tablet with me at all tines so you will be able to contact me however with that being said i will only be able to respond during my lunch if mi am at work.
The Farmer
He thrust the pitchfork forwards, once, but the tines just sank into the slimy purple body like it was mud. he pulled the tool back and watched the three holes it'd made instantly seal up again.
Of Satyr and Gods Pt. 2
Fireflies danced in the air, and the soft moss underfoot was dotted with tine, perfectly rounded blue-white mushrooms. "why yes, it would!" he said, a mischievous spreading across his face. "i have enough power to give you anything you desire.
Ch. 4 -- Reboot
Taking a firm grip on the tool, the dragon placed a talon between the tines where they met at the base of the handle and gave a sharp tug.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 179
The tines of the pitchfork had gone all the way through his body and were propping him up against the stairs, making it look like he was listening to hezzi's sobs with great interest.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 90
._ the pitchfork's handle struck the base of the grinder and the iron tines shot forward about an inch, pushing their way through banno's chest like weeds.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 88
Every violent jerk caused the tines of the pitchfork to momentarily rise off the steps and then slam down again, creating a frenzied tapping and scraping of iron against wood. "why aren't you dead!?"
Living as a Skunk: chapter two
She said in a harsh tine. "wait, you don't recognise me?" i replied questioningly. "what is that suposed to mean? should i?" "mom...its me...your son..." i stammered "john? j...j...john? is that really you? how...why...what did you do to yourself?"
Trapped in a bad comedy - Christmas Special with Wilds' ❤️ characters. 13729 words.
tine finally had the courage to at least brush the side of his head against the dragon's scaly shoulder. “you know what? it's time to actually wrap up what we've written."