Writing has always been intrinsic to my life. Reading is my first love. Thanks to my mother for opening my imagination.
I am researching performing arts and Internet practices and would really appreciate anyone who fancies it reading 'The Wild Geese' by Mori Ogai. Then if you could complete the following three...
The night began with preparation; potatoes and vegetables were chopped and peeled, meat braised or roasted, pears caramelised, and the cream, clotted and stood waiting in the pantry.
Have a read and would be interested to know whether you care about Cate. are you intrigued by the opening. Is it too much like a set of moments happening without any real substance.
When Sofi had first been presented to the council she was fifteen and very new to her powers. The council had been cruel, even then, even in her magical infancy.
And they lived happily ever after .... Is what I would want to tell you all. But life does not always work out like that.
He had never been lost before, of that he was sure. Though it was the only thing he was sure of - all he knew was that he had awoken in a forest, and nothing around him looked familiar.
"You can't keep making potions to forget!" Mikel roared. "Until this pain abates I will continue to do whatever is required to survive it," Torin replied, his tone sharp and tense.
"You can't keep making potions to forget!" Mikel roared. "Until this pain abates I will continue to do whatever is required to survive it," Torin replied, his tone sharp and tense.
It wasn't that Sophie regretted telling Torin everything, it was just that she regretted telling him the truth. She knew all about Torin long before she ever met him.
Torin leapt from the branch, sword in hand, with his feet angled perfectly toward the shoulders of the bearman that was bearing down in Sophie.