New Sister There were only a few seconds of warning for him; the fast pacing of feet, a panic voice distinct from the menagerie of others. One woman, a nurse that went by Mrs. Robinson, tried to keep pace with another person. He could hear the hitched breaths the nurse took as they tried toContinue reading “Carlisle Is Lying CH1”
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Carlisle is LYING
There are many ways to describe Carlisle Cullen. To some, he is a dedicated father and physician of the Canadian providence. To others, he is the uncanny, good-looking man that is just too pale and quiet to be liked comfortably. To his family, however, he is generally a good-natured man who tries to pick theContinue reading “Carlisle is LYING”
Mistakes Worthy of The Laugh
Bunnies aren’t for the Weak
To have a rabbit is to have a judgemental little brat boss you around all for a cute picture. They are not for the faint of heart. So why do I then have two of the abominations?? Cause it was the booper-snoots. It is soooo cute.
I can’t wait for the Update!!
They said I’m crazy
Wanting one of my LARP characters to have a sword cane isn’t crazy! It is fun and hella fun! Look at this! I want to either buy one or make one soooooo bad!
Fiction Writing – #1
They good-nighted and he hung up the phone. He finished off the sandwich, cleaned up the counter and then stood in the kitchen. He glanced back at the sliding doors, and then turned back away. Maybe tomorrow.
Steven Universe’s Pearl characters are my favorite
Reader’s Q – In A Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:Petals in a wet, black bough By Ezra Pound I don’t like poetry. Having to decipher what the word blue ment in the context of the sentence makes me volatile. In the poem, there are two lines and every word is dissected. I cannot fathom why this wasContinue reading “Reader’s Q – In A Station of the Metro”
To move foreward – you must realize you were standing still
Its an odd kind of sensation, being in the kitchen at 3 in morning and making mac and cheese when you reliaze…. you’re alone. And not in the sad way, not entirely, but in a safe -“no one is going to tell me off for do this” way. Being all too aware of yourself andContinue reading “To move foreward – you must realize you were standing still”