Rough Sparring
"i think it's time you should find someone to settle down with, and i'm looking _right_ at her." he crossed his arms and nodded towards nina, who was still in a daze. "it's...it's complicated."
Rough Awakening
"rough awakening on south end near the interstate," i read off. "that's us." i may not be good for _stopping_ fires, but no one in town is better at talking down new firestarters than i am.
After the war: A rough journey
it was small but it had a large bed and spyro spent no time in hurling himself on it. cynder slowly climbed on it and snuggled up to spyro. "he was really gay, wasn't he?" spyro joked, but cynder snaped a little at him.
A Rough Start
Then, something rough and firm enveloping his body; followed by the stench and warmth of the beast's breath washing over his body. he held the finger even tighter, until a loud explosion came and he was dropped to the floor. he looked up at the beast.
Rising skies (rough)
Ok so its been a few years since ive posted anything and to be honest until recently ive been to busy to do much story writing. but ive decided to try and write out a book. ill be posting the rough drafts on here in chapters for feedback. i really hope you
Rough Riders
--rough riders-- by jacob womble i smiled as i looked into the mirror, brushing my hair back. neon would be here soon. he always liked my hair long. he said it made me look even more beautiful then i already was.
Love's Rough Road
Through all the struggles, all the pain There is one thing that stays the same The one thing that will not go in vein Because that one thing is your name You brighten my day you shine my stars Time with you flies by like speeding cars While...
The Joyous Melody (ROUGH DRAFT)
"what is it that you require to make the key to finish this holy piano? what ever it is i shall have the church bring it to thee and then we shalt take this to rome where you shall be its attendant." "i know not what was used to make the keys.
The War (Rough draft)
His large build looked like it intimidated many young recruits to get focused on what had to be done. "glad to see you made it, brother." the black wolf smiled. "i wouldn't miss it." ghost looked at the black wolf.
Marketh, The Bastion Of Oppression (rough)
it began with protests going violent, and the media blowing it out of proportion.
ROUGH DRAFT: For Lucieth
**this is a very, _very_ rough draft of a story i owe lucieth over on fa for my half of an art trade.** **_very, very rough draft_.
The Emotion - Rough Draft
Most would think that the night brought with it the chill of fear but in this forest a different emotion ruled the night. even the night creatures respected this emotion, but they did not fear it since it carried neither malice or feral hungry.