WaterVyper

Arcade.

I'm probably the weird one. I used to write unjoined until second grade, when my teacher told everyone to write in cursive. We used the Nelson books, and for the ...

The frolicking pony is very pretentious so he always skipped around trees. When suddenly groundhogs attacked nearby settlers who were smoking some turkeys. Howling winds blasted rifles, the men graspe

I love how whimsical this piece is. The pastel dream line is just perfect, and the image of cities lying down across a cloud is just very beautiful. The mention ...

Well, I'm back, again. I don't really know how active I'll be now, probably not as much as when I first joined, but I think I'll be back to stay. ...

Names have been changed, but that's about it. Everything else is straight from my science notebook. A homework assignment: write about an earthquake. ____________ I thought for a while that ...

Hey Starlit! Great to have you on board the YWS team! So, you like poetry? Khalil Gibran... always makes me think of my friend's brother, named Gibran. Goofy kid, but ...

This is definitely very interesting. However, like the others have said, there are some sections which seem disjointed from the rest of the story. Yes, the imagery is powerful, but ...

Hey Luke. I'm with you, Hippie, and Snoink. Juggling everything, never finishing anything. I've started and abandoned at least two different novels. I'm working on one, which I plan to ...

Hey Maya! I'm sure that everyone's going to support you. We're all writers here; you'll fit in no problem. It's great to have you join us. You'll soon find yourself ...

Hey everyone. I realize I've been gone a while, and that I don't have a good excuse for that. But anyway, I'm back. I suppose I'll be posting a lot ...

I think just their names, with an occasional her mom and her dad. It's really up to you. I had that issue a while ago, and figured that going by ...

I'd probably use it as a pencil, find a patch of dirt, and draw something. Then, I'd use my 'magic wand' to bring it to life for an imaginary friend ...

Rafael waited, looking out for anybody who seemed to be lingering behind. Somebody needed to go to their room, so he went with them, headed to the wing of the ...

>< It's late at night for me. My mom would kill me if I was awake at that time. Ah well, I suppose I'll have to listen in later on.