Blackwood

You take a sip from the straw of your large sized Soda. You place it down. Something out of the ordinary takes your eye. Its not that out of the ...

Mudge Meanwhile..... Mudge slid shut the door to his black painted van cautiously. Even though it was far past dark it was unusually quiet around the school tonight. Though there ...

Although I don't think there should be a word count restriction, Blacknether does have a point. I can not make time to read the massive posts in LLL, a storybook ...

Thirty-one. Mudge counted the last student from the corner of his eye. Full attendance. Miraculous! Marvelous! Incredible. It was the beginning of a new era! It was everyday. But this ...

Demitri Morning had come and gone. The main palace of Eajra was already a twenty minute ride behind me. I had left without saying a word to any of the ...

Name: Prof. Mudge. Most simply call him Mudge. Gender: Male Age: He looks pretty old but who knows? Appearance: He pretty much looks and behaves like a homeless asylum escapee ...

I can kind of expect the types of characters that will be made for this storybook, but I have my hopes up that people will be creative. :) I can ...

Can I make a teacher character?

Having the started and recruiting storybooks separated is a really good idea crazycraz.

Perhaps there could be a sort of side bar that can contain various links to multiple things such as the DT, a feedpad, pictures, inspirations.

Well I may come back and elaborate on this properly later. Personally I know I have been very busy (as I am now which accounts for this brief reply) But ...

Christophe sneezed. Once. Twice, into his hankecheif. He had been bed-ridden since yesterday, the worst possible time to come down with a cold. If only the professors cure was still ...

Demitri “Man the harpoons!” I yelled from the back of my throat. The words were painful, they bit into the rawness of my tired throat. Sailors scrambled across the deck, ...

Alex Alex scanned the door. It was perfectly flawless steel, indented into a crumbling piece of concrete that was painted a ghastly peachy pink. It was so obviously out of ...

Christophe "How in snakes name are we going to find one pickpocket in the whole of Paris?" Christophe pondered aloud as he dusted himself off. Smoke. Disgusting. That foul man ...