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Take a bite: Introduction Bitten A Footstep in the Snow Life is a Disaster Anthros Versus Zombies (submission) A Vision of Magic Protectors The Strange Little Man Trepidation Editors picks
I've never really done one of these' an allegory they may call it, an account perhaps? Maybe they will call it a lie, I don't care. The reason I am doing this is because I know I need to get my experience out there, that's all. Do I want people to believe me? Yeah, I guess I do. Do they have to? Contrary to popular belief, no, they do not have to.
I grab you by the waist and pull you in close. Our eyes meet and for that one instant I feel as if your soul is already mine. I can see it through your eyes. Your soul weakened by terrors past. You will soon be mine.
Winter was cold as always, exactly 60 degrees cold to be entirely exact, and it would stay 60 degrees for exactly, 3 months, 30 days, 18 hours, 30 minutes, and 59 seconds. as it always will be, eternally, for that's what the council declares....
I woke up at five o'clock this morning to my alarm clock quietly muttering about some football game that happened days ago, which, for some unknown reason, is still newsworthy. My cat was--as usual--lying on my chest and constricting my breathing. I gave him a pat and pushed him off; rolling over to check my phone. I then commenced operation "Procrastinate Waking Up and Living My Life" until the poor alarm clock finally shut itself up.
I was walking upon a beach of white sand when my eyes beheld a wondrous creature. A dragon men would call it, and fear it as well.
It was seven in the morning, but the sun still remained hidden behind a couple of clouds, displaying a coyness it had not previously displayed. I took it as a bad omen not to have seen the glorious sun rise I was expecting. Now that it came to omens, the whole scene surrounding seemed to whisper me a warning. Empty beach on the morning. Sun behind the clouds. The waves grey. Sand darker. Only difference was Spencer's mood. It was good, for a change.
At the market, a little man nodded his Hello to Chloe and her mother Ann. Ann quickly looked away, but Chloe smiled and gave a little wave. Chloe's mother pulled her by the arm away from the little man. "I do not want you to talk to him," Ann warned. "Why not mommy, he's our new neighbor across the street? Chloe asked questionably.
Archer sat with his back propped up against the door gasping for air.... BIG BAD WOLF is Howling writes: Make sure you send your letters to the right people.
brom21 writes: Like probably everyone on WDC I want to publish; and like you, I struggle with grammar. I also a problem character depth and fluidity. I have another question as well; at what point do you know your good enough to publish? Good questions. Does anyone have any suggestions or ideas about this for the next newsletter. Prosperous Snow celebrating |