Tamora

Keira sat up, slightly dazed by the rush of air that had suddenly come and gone. She looked at Eryc and smiled shakily, what a trip. "thanks Eryc...um...that was...exhilerating," she ...

*hey guys, what sort of name do you think we should use for this storybook? 'something, i don't know' isn't much. :wink: :lol: so give me your ideas guys, not ...

"What do you mean? Leaving from the top," Keira looked at eryc startled, "how?" His grin became wider, "You'll see." They climbed out the window and onto the roof, looking ...

*Hey Guys, I've thought of a name for this storybook. What do you think of 'Night Shadows'? it relates to the facy that over half of our charactors are creatures ...

"We need to find out what this thing is up to," Keira said, "Why it was chasing me, unless some of you already know." She looked expectantly at the group, ...

Keira looked at Eryc and smiled back. "And why shouldn't I? I may as well get used to the fact that you all seem to be intent on helping me. ...

Keira took the blanket and wrapped it around her, she had heard the motherly tones in the vampires voice, but where had it come from? She felt a sudden feeling ...

Keira looked expectantly at the vampires, wondering why they talked to each other in such a familiar way. They were close, that was for sure, but how close. 'My love.' ...

Keira looked around, the creatures were talking among themselves, oblivious to her. She was tempted to slip out, but she had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, perhaps this was ...

Keira shook her head, this was confusing, everyone seemed to be here to help her, yet they didn't seem to be friends. "Why?" she asked, "why help me?"

Keira looked around at the many strange faces peering at her. She couldn't speak, it was too confusing. As she thought back to what had caused all these strange events ...

Well I don't really get on much, so not very often. But I try to critique every time I get on.

This is My first storybook, so I'm looking for anyone that can improve it. Here goes. Keira ran through the woods, ducking under branches, scratches lining her face, whipped on ...

Lara's thoughts were of him. How had she hurt him? Did he still think of her? If so, was it with hate or love. The thoughts twisted and turned through ...

This is sooo cool! Where'd you get the idea for resources? It's great! Nice going Nate. :D