Siam

Anyone want to fill me in on the basics of making a pot? It would make writing this part a whole lot easier... Naomi learned how to keep the clay ...

We lay there Your arms around me Skin so soft Body so warm But you're no survivor It almost feels good Knowing I can Pleasure you like that But I ...

Naomi didn't dare look back as she ran to the villiage. Instead, she focused on Lilyan's firey hair swinging wildly as she ran. Strange, Naomi thought, she looked so different ...

Naomi's heart was pounding as she raced through the trees. She glanced up to see Riku running at her side. "Guess you're really a Runner now, huh?" he asked smiling. ...

A man, a little older than herself, offers a big hand to her. Naomi takes it gingerly and he helps her out of the cart. He places a finger to ...

Okay then. Drew walked down the mountain until he came to the house that he knew belonged to Sarabeth. He placed his ear to the door and listened closely. "Mom ...

So do you call Sarabeth, or what?

Rules: 1. Don't hijack a ferrari if you don't know how to drive 2. No chrachter stealing or killing 3. Describe your charachter first 4. Stay in chrachter 5. HAVE ...

HAHA! That was funny. Despite the overuse of fairytales, I loved the originality in it. I'm begining to like your work, Kinsley. Keep writing! Yours truly, Siam

Wow. I get the point you're trying to get across. the poem was actually kind of good. But I think you need to put more generalization in there. That's just ...

I didn't get much from it. I coudn't connect with Sarabeth. try putting more of her emotions in it. Did she die, or what?