John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
Hey WD, i'd love if you could review a piece of my story. What to look out for is writting on the post.
Sparrowhawk Soar (a excerpt 3/4 way through the novel) post644561.html
Thanks!
-If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you! -"Careful with that light at the end of the tunnel, it might be another train coming."
Will you review Small Steps for me? Thanks!! <3 Link - post650953.html#p650953 Genre - Romantic Fiction It's a short story, so yeah... It's for Jared's contest, so anything specific about the tone of teh piece will be greatly appreciated. Peace, love, and chocolate, Flute Loops<3
Love is the answer to life yet the slowest form of suicide. Love is a paradox. And that's why we love it.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind