Writing piece... Behind the cut. A death of a character on an RP site. This was my last day. I take a deep breath of the Winwintar air. The chill in the atmosphere and the freshness of the snow make...numb. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t yell. The only thing I could do was watch my friends fight for a dying man. As I fell, the last thing I saw was the white Winwintar snow. This was my last day.

I wrote this last night for my BB , who is made of awesome and sunshine and Jon's kittens. Dear stayxwithxme394  , have you noticed we both have x's in our usernames? :D TRUE BB. Title: I...time, she doesn’t care about people and their prying eyes. And then as a special surprise, I had this: NOTE THE BACKWARDZ LETTERZ. *FAIL* I'm sorry. I ruin everything  D:

     Strung colored lights and paper lanterns shone brightly against the dark night sky, wire and string zigzagging back and forth above the old patio. Voices murmured about the open space, joyful and...will, no problems. It was something some wished would last forever. But it could not. For the time being, it was enough. The night drifted slowly, the hours dwindling before daylight decided to return

Title: Wanderer Author: xiotonks   Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: JJ/Emily Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: I. do. not. own. a. thing. blah. “Did you know that she’s been hating air conditioners...in Germany with the license Plate DD-EP-64 had Emily’s initials on the plate and also an uniformed driver but still wasn’t hers. “You killed her”, Will hisses. And you agree.

                 Caracas perhe / The family Caracas                              Lord Jonathan Caracas        Lady Elisabeth Caracas   Ikä/ Age : 49                               Ikä/ Age...18                                       Ikä/ Age: 17        Christopher Van Notte Ikä/ Age : 15

Одинокий воин возвращался домой. Он отслужил его величеству сколько написано в законе и три года сверх этого. Он знал, что его ждут дома. И чем он будет там заниматься он тоже знал, он же был из кресьянской.... и чтобы ты полюбила меня, я должен ее забрать!" С этими словами он разрезал ее грудь, достал еще теплое, трепыхающееся сердце... На сердце упала слеза. Слеза того, кто только что убил свою любовь.

...them to do him a favor. Do you want to know what that favor is? To get on his facebook, track down a girl he once called princess and leave her tons of messages with his mission address. this is a story about a girl. Named Jessica Leigh Burdge. Later that same day, half way across the world a princess would wake up and log on to facebook. Under alerts she would find 2 messages and an email under...

Part 16 is here. Oy. I was planning on changing this scene a bit more . . . but I am really sick at the moment and typing isn't something I should probably do. Called in sick at work and have been in...leave it. Again, I don't remember what I changed, but I know I changed some things . . . oh well, if you're interested you can check the archives and let me know what I changed. I'm going back to bed

typed this up last week or the week before after finishing 'Rose Madder' by Stephen King. I'm not that good, but I kinda want to throw this out there. -------------------------------------------------...at the death now, and it was a sick, ugly orange color. She felt faint and realized she was holding her breath. ‘If you keep that up, your kidneys wont be what kills you’ the voice said, worried

Read and tell me my errors? I haven't been writing a proper essay for ages (thanks to research proposals and whatnot lol), and I want to start brushing up on story-writing! Thanks in advance! ^_^ And please, constructive criticism XDDDD She watched the stranger warily, her sharp eyes following the movement of the vial. Fleeting memories of witches and evil toads crossed her mind. Strange as it...