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"So, I couldn't help noticing the boxes on the landing. You packing up some stuff?" Jim asked as they walked across fields away from the cottage. Jennifer walked in silence for a moment.
(If you missed part 2 it is because I posted it on the end of the first part instead of a separate post. Oops.) There were seagulls. The sound of seagulls.
Rick stared at me from the half-filled page, incredulous. "You're going to make me do that?" he asked. "Yep." "You can't..." "And why not?" "Cause I never killed anyone," Rick sighed. "I can't kill.
Adult language --------------------------------- I look around the small poky room. Was this to be my study space.
You wield your sword with utmost ease Myself, I wield a pen You cry and leap forward, roaring While I yawn and start again A dragon looms from inky darkness While my pen is scratching away Sparkling...
I'm thinking about writing an adventure/fantasy about a bookworm who falls down the biggest cliffhanger and is pulled into the biggest climax of her life Here is my chapter one ...
Here's a little gem, I bet you didn't know, Revolving round some women, That Shakespeare used as foe.
Gibson, as he was known to almost everyone except for his parents, was sat motionless in the small conservatory he referred to as his study.
Dear Alexander, A cafe in Rome. I was sitting there with my glasses askew, typing furiously away on my somewhat out-dated type writer that belonged to a second aunt twice removed, or something.