

The "Mis"Discovery of ThraeAre you sure, Captain?The "Mis"Discovery of Thrae
Captain Nyar Miths nodded. I want all of the crew on the deck. Everyone should hear this.
The pale-faced sailor, looking even paler with fright, stepped backwards out of the room. Reaching the deck outside, he took off in a run.
Nyar? The captain did not look away from his post, knowing already who called to him so informally. Yma, must I remind you that you are to call me Captain Miths when I am working?
Yma glided toward him, he


I Am A WriterI am a writer. We observe, we feel, we laugh, we cry; therefore, we are. We gorge on words, mock inaccurate grammar, and fly within paragraphs. Without commas, without colons, without quotation marks, without words, we are nothing. We sit, stiff in the knees, backs strained against chairs and walls and rocks and trees. We strain for just the right words, until our ink is indistinguishable from blood. We scoff at the critics, hide fearfully behind invisible walls as the public eye turns as one to judge our very souls. We search for pain, for agony, for mI Am A Writer


John ThomasMy mother told me that in the months before my birth, my older brother browsed every baby name book he could find, in order to find the best possible name for me. He told her that he would be the best brother in the whole world and he would make sure that I was happy all the time. He was two years old.John Thomas
By the time I was fourteen, he was sixteen, and a junior in high school. He had his permit, and even a small trip to the grocery store was exciting to him. Life adored him, and he adored life. Captain of the football team and boyfriend of the head cheerleader; the whole t


Worth the RideUnbelievable. Absolutely, completely ridiculous. How could he be so moronic?Worth the Ride
She didnt mind it last week, oh not at all, when he arrived late for their date. He had Quidditch practice; of course, it was okay for him to be late. The Gryffindor team needed to practice hard because of the big match against the vile Slytherins. Naturally, she understood he needed a shower before coming to their date; she certainly did not want a sweaty, foul-smelling boyfriend sitting next to her-no matter how cute he was.
Tonight, however, was a differe
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You're a chibi, I don't want to eat you.
Hey, what're the other sites you write on? I love your HP fanfiction. <3
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Let her bear her love for you to the Undying Lands, there it will be ever green...
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...but never more than a memory.
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If you wish to practice the art of fiction, . . .
experience is vital. ~Becoming Jane
[[it's Kaity]]
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Let her bear her love for you to the Undying Lands, there it will be ever green...
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
...but never more than a memory.
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If you wish to practice the art of fiction, . . .
experience is vital. ~Becoming Jane
How's life?
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You're a chibi, I don't want to eat you.
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If you wish to practice the art of fiction, . . .
experience is vital. ~Becoming Jane
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You're a chibi, I don't want to eat you.
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If you wish to practice the art of fiction, . . .
experience is vital. ~Becoming Jane
haha. I like that.
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"You know, you and I are like crystal. Most people are just glass. The world sings a note to them and they can't feel it. But we hum. But you have to be careful. You have to know when to stop humming, because crystal will shatter."
-Brian Hall
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If you wish to practice the art of fiction, . . .
experience is vital. ~Becoming Jane
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