Anoia

[No worries, that was great! Most intrigued about your character too...] "Ma-" I begin to say, as the cautiously approaching figure seems to vanish, but before I can spit the ...

Zita Whirling around in careering circles, my senses are almost overwhelmed by the multitude of colours, voices and smells that bombard me. I laugh aloud but stop when I catch ...

The sandy walls tower above a plain that was once alive with grasses and grazing beasts. Surrounding the isolated fortified city an army of black-clad soldiers drill, the smoke from ...

Oliver [His black, furred frame is slender, but well-toned. He wears cargo shorts that are especially designed to accommodate his bushy, white tipped tail. He also wears a white t-shirt ...

So I've never really tried this before, but I read some that someone else wrote, and it was pretty good, so I thought I'd have a go at it, if ...

Mia Pleased to see that I still had the knack of communicating more with looks than words, I gasped in shock as the man rolled with the cop's punch, swinging ...

Mia 'Pretty'? Mia shrugged- she'd had worse nicknames. As the two policemen entered the cafe, Mia examined the two men critically. She fervently hoped that she wouldn't be left with ...

Mia The one whose name was Myles looked startled at the sound of a police car pulling up outside the cafe. The smell of burning rubber tickled Mia's nostrils as ...

Mia Mia looked the young man up and down. "If you say so," she shrugged. It was none of her business whatever he was up to, after all. Who was ...

Gladiator Name: Helena, of Sparta Age: Not really sure, but suspects about 18 years old Appearance: Cropped black hair that frames a broad but angular face, with olive tanned skin. ...

It sounds intruiging! I'd like to do this, or at least try! I'll do my best, at any rate... But, I am rambling! My most sincere apologies- and for the ...

India Ah, of course! Tea, that most wonderful of all beverages! Well, I've a couple of teabags here, but I'm afraid that unless you've a kettle...? Anyway, to cease this ...

Sure I remember- how could I possibly forget?! Anyway, down to business? I'll make a start, and then if you get any of those brainwaves of yours, let them flow ...

So here's the deal- I'm looking for a partner to write a story with. Obviously, I hear you sigh. Well, granted. But I don't have a plot, or any more ...

India I am forced to agree- though I do love to argue, your point is rather too my own for me to find any point of weakness in it. Apologies ...