Lost_in_dreamland

How my reviews word - I copy and paste the whole thing then I'll sum it all up at the end :D Rosie always heard and saw things. We all ...

For our hearts are as cold as ice that makes us hateful and yet sensual, For we are the fallen enemy who finds passion in your sweet blood, For there ...

The wind whimpered down Londlow’s narrow cobbled streets. Great way to start It caught at the thatched or tiled roofs of the houses, rippled the surface of a new puddle ...

Hey again; I so hope I haven't wasted your time with my terrible reviews and ramblings :lol: A dark form on a horse rode in the village I love this ...

We rolled through the piles of garbage and hit the table. There was scratching, biting hitting, kicking and ripping. Both of us were shouting out so bad curses that even ...

THE NEW MANSION The view was very beautiful, as the sun was just rising from the east hitting the snow, making a bright, blindingly beautiful glow. That's a good first ...

Hey, thanks for replying to my post thing asking for stuff to review. Here goes :lol: Look, Wait, look even deeper. I like that sentence, it's a good way to ...

Hey, thanks for replying to my topic thing :lol: “Hey maddie, Maddie!” Sarah played “Look at Ruby’s wand, come look!” “I don’t want to, I want to see if I ...

I would like to say thank you for those who have reviewed the last two parts. Thanks, Sarah and Kristen! It's Kirsten, sorry I seriously have an obsession with correcting ...

Thanks, guys for the reviews on the prologue. If you haven't read that part, I advise you should. It gives an insight about the story. No problem, t'was amazing ;) ...

10 – Swallow ‘Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia And therefore I forbid my tears, but yet.’ ____________________________________ First of all thanks so much for mentioning me in ...

White snow fell from the heavens as they plunged down into odd shapes and sizes onto the cobblestone streets of London, but no one knew that murder was going to ...

She should have known better. Great way to start as usual Sarah (: That was the thought that echoed through her head as she stood upon the hilltop, the dry-gold ...

The wind is suspiciously strong tonight, the rain dancing with the charming darkness in a sly and sinister step. Oh Sarah! You dare to say you're not good at poetry. ...

She lets go of the balloon. She’s standing on the cold stone of a bridge, balancing her weight on the edge and leaning over precariously. She shivers from the encounter ...