PeterHerronGunner

Freely, the steadfast and determined maiden surrendered her wand of power to the mysterious stranger, wishing with all of her being that the fateful winds carry him swiftly on his ...

Hmmmmmm... Eastern Standard Time (USA & Canada), I do believe... (For it is a glorious thing to be a pirate KING!!! :pirate3: )

HAI! :D Nickname: Pete Favorite Book(s): Whoa... This site asks the unanswerable questions... Um, The LightHouse Land series, The Leviathon Series, and The Twelve Kingdoms. Favorite Author(s): Scott W

Wow. I really liked this one. It drew me into the conflict and had an interesting and engaging backstory, despit being a short story and not being able to write ...

Nice! I really liked this one! It had a good mysterious opening that left me NEEDING to read what happened. My only peeve is what happened to him? One second ...

Hey there! Sorry I'm a little late. Still okay if I join?

Yeah... I would definitely be interested in participating. But, like Aquababe, I've done one before.

Hey there! Like the others have said before me, I really liked the way it was written. You paid attention to the details, but didn't dabble in the needless. The ...

That was great! It was in total accord with Draco's character, he talks tough but has a weak heart. I aslo like your interpritaion of Severus Snape's charcter. Where he ...

Vincent stood quickly. "Alyssa!" He said urgently. "I think it would be best to remove ourselves from the lines of fire." He walked over and nearly dragged Alyssa out of ...

"No idea. I only drink water." He said as he held out his glass, showing them the clear liquid, then downing the rest.

He sat back down slowly, nodded to Larii slightly, as if acknowledging defeat. He took another drink while listening to her question intently. "I think I'll pass..." He answered. Then ...

He raised his eyebrows, seeming impressed. Then, ordered another drink. Boom! He stood with his pistol in his hand, smoking. Looking over at the pillar where he shot at was ...

He just looked at her silently, then he threw back his red trench coat. Across his chest were at least a dozen knives, and along his belt were three intimidating ...

"Vincent." He replied intently. He reached over and picked up the drink he had ordered, payed the bartender, and drank deeply. Turning back to the girl he asked, "What's yours?"