Hey there! My names Courtney, I'm 13 years old and I'm an aspiring author and photographer. Horse riding is my drug and I also love roller Blading. I mainly write about animal cruelty and things like that because I feel I need to spread the word of what actually happens.
I entered a dog show with my granddads border terrier, Lottie, and we got 1st out of quite a few other dogs. I'm so proud of her, I thought she would absolutely fail but she didn't.
Bull-fighting poem. It's late, my mind is jumbled and this poem slowly gets worse. I've never been very good at writing them.
There is only one word to explain my short life, and that is hell. Day in, day out I sit in my cramped cage, unable to move; paralyzed.
A poem about elephants in the circus.
Everybody thought the house on Mysteria Road was empty, deserted. Nobody had lived there in years. Ally Carter begged to differ.
Draconian cackles erupted like lava from the blackness of the vast forest, echoing eerily through the trees.
Did wattpad come first, or did Opuss. Just curious :3.
All credit goes to Big Cat Rescue, where this information is from. I feel I am doing them a favor getting out this information, as the public have been deceived.
I was all over the front page once, the media trailed after my owners like excited puppy dogs. I was used to the flashing of cameras and people offering to buy me.
I look through these irons bars, knowing I don't have long left. I know the kind lady with the forgiving eyes will come and take me to the room; the room were dogs go and don't come back.
Rain splattered angrily on the stone pavements like miniature bombs; exploding into a big mess as they came into contact with the ground. Amy pulled her hood closer around her face.
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle.
Satanic cackles erupted from Goliath's throat as he entered the mossy den, his yellow eyes locked onto the two small she wolves.
You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him. - James. D. Miles.
I ran; ran until my legs gave way to sheer exhaustion. My heart was pounding like there was some sort of beast in it that was trying to pummel it's way out with angry fists.
I honestly have no idea where this story is going. Enjoy. Critique welcome. Prologue The two wolves stared at each other intensely, both silently challenging the other.
I had to share this quote, I love it. In my sport, we don’t have breaks or timeouts, there’s no off season and no one sits out on the bench.
The rule of Maths: If it seems easy, your probably doing it wrong..
Just a random Drabble, inspired by war horse. :P Rain thumped angrily into the deep, oozing mud, gathering in holes and making the sludge even worse.
Waves tore heartlessly at the little white light house, scratching away it's damp paint work and wrecking the potted flowers placed elegantly on the doorstep.
Hi :3 I started writing "Unfortunates" today. I don't really have a set date for when it will be finished, but it's going to take a while cuz it's pretty long.
"So long as man stands with knife or gun, there will be no justice" - Unknown.
Summary: This is from the point of view of a character in a story I'm writing (which should be on here when complete).
One-shot The Hunger Games Fanfic Warnings: Spoilers I can guarantee this probably won't make sense. ________________ I can't sleep.
Horses: the forgotten heroes. _____________________ The dappled grey stallion stood shivering against the harsh weather, no protection provided to shelter him or the others.
A fictional account of Annabelle Collier. The wind lashed at my face like a whip as the icy cold took me in it's tight grip, never seeming to let go.