Rydia

Austin was washing his hands. A steady stream of lukewarm water enveloped them in a frothy whiteness as he harshly rubbed the inside of his palms. The orange scented dish ...

Scipio picked up another weapon, took a good look at it and then added it to the gathering pile of items he had already inspected. There was a knock at ...

Junior mod here, thought I'd tip my hat to you and holler a friendly welcome. Hey there! Haha. Would that be a lord of the rings reference I wonder? Or ...

Kiara It was a lonely night but Kiara was determined that tomorrow would be the day. Tomorrow she would find the end of this trail of information and be one ...

Raven "Looks like father's made a few more changes too," Warren mumbled as the skeletal guards approached from all sides of the room, forcing the group back towards the hole. ...

Kestrel "Ready?" Kes asked as she knocked on Stella's door. There was a muffled response from inside and then the door was pushed open and Stella nodded. "Ready," she said. ...

Cyril Miles Slowly, cautiously the boy settled down with one of the blankets as his sister began to read aloud from a leather-bound book. She had picked the volume at ...

Cyril Miles "You shouldn't go around scaring old men like that," Cyril lectured with a half smile as he observed the two. They were clearly brother and sister, the male ...

A moment [s]pasees,[/s] passes and Beatrice suddenly rushes back, hugging me again, before darting right out of the door for good this time. “Here.” Violet appears with the tea tray, ...

My eyelashes are stuck together. [So what. My eyelashes are always stuck together but I have no trouble with that. I think you mean eyelids, dear. And even then, that ...

Miss Nathanial raves on and on about her nice visit with Mr. Darren. Many of us grow irritable and weary of hearing about it, although our young mistress doesn’t seem ...

Cyfeiriad newydd ‘Look, I’m… I’m really sorry about all of this, Quennel.’ Pace popped his knuckles, looking at the hall floorboards. ‘I don’t understand the freaks. They’ve never been

Cyril Miles Trundling to a halt, the cart was stationed just off the path in a small grove of trees. Cyril fastened the horses' reigns to the cart and jumped ...

Cyril Miles Coils of darkness infiltrated the horses' manes as they plodded along the over-grown, dirt path, pulling behind them a rickety, old cart that moved with the heavy creaking ...

I've spent a lot of time writing in cursive actually as you Americans call it. In fact, I think people generally tend to write joined up over here as opposed ...