Does anyone read my journals. xD
So I've been wondering what everyones thoughts are on my story series. I've hit a bit of a spot on where to go, to keep things interesting. Such as, Do I continue with the story on the ship (Main Story Arc), or do I break away, and have old characters...
Wanderlust Chapter 2: Planetfall
Then saw the doe's fear in her face. the light and color completely faded from the doe, and dead, empty space seemed to fill his field of vision.
Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 11
Though, for his credit, he does manage to live in a pretty nice part of it. the brownstones of lower downtown give way to the brick and stone low-rises of what was supposed to be highland terrace.
Hotel Emperador - Chapter 7: My Beautiful Doe
Hotel emperador chapter 7: my beautiful doe by whitepython what kind of power does a man has to convince another to do something he had sworn some hours ago that he would never do?
Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 2
Then, maybe she says something wrong, or he does, and they argue. the argument gets too heated and he swings. maybe she hits back, maybe he just spirals down into baser instinct and hits hard. then harder. then the claws come out, followed by the teeth.
Dependence
The smell of various spices, ocean meats and canned vegetables stewing filled the nostrils of the rabbit and doe as they entered, making them both lick their lips in hungry anticipation.
Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Voices begin to sing out and camera bulbs snap and crack as the remaining force of police officers exits the building. The captain raises his hands above his head to gain their attentions, his antler-dominated silhouette towering above...
Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 6
Not only does he not complain, he doesn't say a word at all. when i return to him, it's almost as if he never moved an inch. i collect what evidence i'll need, including photos and my street jacket before i plan our next move.
Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 3
And you there, jane doe, you watch yourself. from him, and from us. dig?"
Of beginnings and endings in Venleaux Villa
A jackal and doe in green scrubs and bloodied, instruments poised and readied, crimson red drip, drip, dripping from the table they had set up in the center.
Urban Mystic
"so does that mean we'll be facing bigger opponents?" "yes, but if the line is this visible, there's definitely something more than just the comet interacting with it." he paused, narrowing his eyes. "wait a minute..."
Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 12
None will be my father, though my mother insists that he does love me. he loves me, but not enough to even bother to call.