Practice in Four Parts
practice in four parts * * * can i ever truly be the simplest kind of free? i am envious of my father, who must see me as a bother.
Shade's Memory File 1
A clash of metal rang out as a large ripple waved against a nearby river before an explosion lit up the surrounding area leveling the entire battle field as two warroirs skidded across the river...
Ven meets Zolya
Ven was frustrated with his strict training schedule. Every day was started with training with weapons, or controlling storm magic, or controlling his transformation into his dragon form. He never could leave the village, never play with the other...
Werewolf TF Practice
The tall grass swayed in the breeze. The clouds floated idly in the sky. The mountains loomed in the distance. The road snaked through the open field. A crimson car traced the long, empty route. It's engine roared violently, pushing the vehicle at...
Writing Assinment: 5 min write, 5 min rewrite
The book basically has assignments for you to write and practice. i found it very interesting and fun so i post them here for you guys to read and comment (also part of the book assignment too :d). so again and always, comments are greatly appreciated.
Hey there
I'm practicing on writing pokémon and human soulmates' stories. if anyone wants to be a part of it, send me a message or talk to me on skype or kik. i'm pretty laid back if you give me a chance.
Writing Practice: Flashback and Introduction
#2 of writing practice this is an excerpt from an rp forum i was a member of. this is a bit of foreshadowing to later parts of my planned books/novel the sun feels good, washing warmth through my body. the breeze blowing softly across the plains.
Determined
Loosen the belt on your tendons; retract them until they get stuck. Never let the bastards win. Never let them give a fuck. The battle is in your head. Can you make sense of it? Has your sight fled? Tell me you'll never quit! Build it all...
Leonardo - Chapter 8
Both of us were practically bruised up; i was the only one who was bleeding. i collapsed to the ground the second we stopped. "well..."
Blood on my Mind's Hands
They were practically amputated when i finally stopped. while they were stunned by the death of their squad leader the suffering of another teammate just made them angry.
Practice, Practice, Practice (Otherwise Untitled)
Though the weight of being a pallbearer had become familiar to the otter's hands, his heart carried each burden as though it were his first.
A Necromancer's Heart Chapter 4
I smiled before leaving the house to let her clean and to practice my necromancy. i did go far from home. probably a block away.