Half Acre
I like pencils." "you'll get lead poisoning," she said worriedly. "well, they make pencils with safe material now ... knowing that some furs are nibblers."
A Botched Weremouse
He felt like his arms were going to come off trying to lift his body and the pencil. then the pencil itself kept wobbling as he tried to hang onto it with his legs and tail.
Perceptional - Pt 5: Over the reaction
Lucas stepped forward trying to pry the pencil from mark's hands. "even if you're not going to actually do it, just, don't do that." "what did you see?" mark released his grip on the pencil.
Forgiving a Felon
Most of the tools were easy to find, a magnet, a butterknife, a paperclip, simple household items, but she couldn't find a pencil anywhere. unfortunately, according to the convict she had learned this from, it _had_ to be a pencil.
Life of a Little Killer : Chapter 3
I bent down and pulled out the pencil that was sticking out of his neck, i watched as blood flowed out of the hole the pencil made at his neck as i cleaned the dirtied pencil with the figures shirt.
Lonely Oak Chapter 74
One by one she compared the answers, pencil ready to mark off the incorrect matches. but the pencil was hardly used at all.
What is Love? Ch 4
Kate startled him by saying his name, and he dropped his pencil, it rolling the opposite way. he looked at her before caring to get it, but he was a little mad. "what?!" "i just needed a pencil... my tip broke and if i get up to sharpen it mr.
Alone
Simon clutched the pencil in one pale paw, before he squeezed it and the pencil snapped. sharp slivers dug into his leathery pads, but simon was oblivious to the pain and the trickle of blood that dribbled from the paw.
Day 4) Hole
They grabbed a pencil from it and tossed it down into the gaping abyss. the pencil flung down into the hole. as time passed no sound could be heard, no clatter of that pencil. altair's heart sank; they were breathless at the revelation.
Raspberry Line Chapter 9 - Of Grapes, Apples, And Potatoes
He began writing, and not a second after the pencils began to roll. he growled, catching them and gathering them into a misshapen heptagon in his grasp. he pulled the black pencil up and shoved it back down, and then went for the red pencil on the side.
Dragon in the Dishwater, Ch 8
"drop your pencil, mister bradish?" mr oliver called from the front of the class. hiraeth nimbly pulled a pencil out of the small pouch on eric's backpack and offered it up.
FF: Diet Soda
For now he focused on the impossible task of lifting his pencil. the end