Twisted
I'll add the first chapter soon, please comment and tell me what you think would be a good twist!!. :D •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• On a dark and stormy night, a scream broke the silence.
Life is only as hard as you make it, and I can enjoy my life so far, and I hope that you can to
I'll add the first chapter soon, please comment and tell me what you think would be a good twist!!. :D •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• On a dark and stormy night, a scream broke the silence.
I have drained my ideas!!!. Please comment ideas for me to write!!!. I NEED HELP..
Comment this and tell me wat to write. I WILL WRITE ANYTHING THAT SOUNDS GOOD..
This is going to start off dull, but please hang in till chapter 2, where I shall put many more interesting things. P.S. Your going to end up liking the master.
Once upon a time, there were two men sitting on an old rusty bench near an alleyway in a similarly run down town. Both men wished for the same thing: Riches and an easy life.
There's snow on the ground, but it only weighs a pound ................................................... It is actually snowing where I am at!.
Toms are so comfy, so soft and warm. Toms can be worn, on all little feet. Toms are so nice, so sweet so soft. And now since I buy toms for my feet, There are fewer Tomcats on the street.
Inspired by insomniums poem, Evil is needed. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••. Where there is life. There is also death. In the dark, there will be a light. There is no heaven,. Without hell.
If the world is round, why aren't Chinese upside down. If we are here and they are there, Then how in the world are we still clinging on. Think about it.
This came to mind because of how much stuff little kids get away with nowadays just by yelling. Their spoiled!. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I scream I yell I fight like hell.
Here it is, no. Just another false trail. The world spins around me, splitting like hail. I see not a way to go, not a place anywhere. Why can't life simply show me the way, so that I am not lost.
A thing so tender and sweet, Allows us to feel summers great heat. Life is not free, It comes with such a high price. For when death comes to receive us, We will feel great winters cold.