What If They Were Real
The fanfiction is from my point of view, i hope you read and enjoy it! there may be a little bit of cursing. :p chapter 1: my life i woke up at half past six in the morning by my alarm. it was monday - the day i hate the most.
It Started With a Night of Fright (Spera's View 1)
Is this worth re-writing in gabrel's point of view? what do you think spera knows is coming to gabrel? and one more question to get you thinking on the story line, why would the bad guys want in the military base?
A Necromancer's Heart:Chapter 3
Chapter 3 (Derek's P.O.V.) I had to watch as Soul, the one I loved, was kidnapped. I had tried to get to him but the kidnappers had thrown a sac of sleeping gas in the hall. Everyone had fallen asleep. No one could help Soul. A sudden surge of rage...
---Lightly timing...---
Shadows, searching for a smile casual is the stranger who see's beyond a door strange is anyone casual enough to move forward, keep eyes only toward the floor to not see what any able can to defy commonality among the many, a fellow human speaking from points
Turning Point
Titus had snatched her pistol out of her hand, since it was pointing at him as she waved it around. "just be careful with this, it isn't a toy you know." he laughed nervously. ................................................
Friction-all...
Day, for something some way, worthwhile to find as of late it's become more of a hassle than a hobby all it's own ignorance above all else, in my opinion, is the only thing that's grown most seemingly upset if things aren't made easy for their point
My Bitch
**My Bitch** I wished I knew how to run away from him, but it was impossible to do when the very person I might love refused to let me go. I done it once, left him for two months but then I got scared and came back because I knew I would be found...
Turning Point
From that dream to schoolwork to gerrald at the stairs to jo now, my mind is at the edge of the breaking point. i grab my head fur, hoping that my mind can clear off to handle the situation.
The Ways of the Tribe - Prologue
As before, remember this is in first draft state, so please do excuse an errors/clunky passages you see, but also please do point them out so they don't persist into future drafts.
Dense-cision...
To take on the rest what's left is trash to me, nothing more than shells filled with doubt if words aren't enough, let my actions show what i'm truly about subtle is a choice, though ready i am hand & fist to express my voice let us find again, that point
Night thoughts - 21. - because why not
Night thoughts - 21. - because why not Eh-Co. - - - Language is a certain noise, made to give peace to uncertainty, when with others, who want to simply go about the day without worry It's something honestly alarming, even considered, if used a...
Next...
Next... With a steady hand I broke the band to be more than the memory could show The future always a past realization, the present seems more able to grow Beyond & above the times I cherish, & moments I'll always love Seconds make up what's...