Winged_Wolf

My house gremlins struck again. I have maybe two pair of non-denim pants that I use when I need to go out places but do not feel well, so I toss those on. The rest of my soft, around the house pants are all wacky colors and patterns. Unfortunately, I can't find any of my normal soft pants, only the wacky color ones

Not sure if mine is a poltergeist or a group of heinselmenchen (German house elves), but I will regularly put something down on my desk or side table, go back for them not 10 minutes later and it won't be there, only to find it 3 weeks later half way across the house. Most common thing stolen I'd my earbuds or book. I've even had the notebook I was actively writing in get stolen!

It's good to be back in the saddle again. writers block is a terrible thing, ya know? still stumped on my actual chapter story, but hopefully these shorts will help work the cobwebs loose from the barn rafters, so to speak

your edited version never made it back to me. wonder what corner of the net that email ended up in this time. i swear!

Prompt book: Write the story Prompt page: 183 ; Object found in the trash Words to include: Cobbler, Umber, Haunt, Grumble, Raincoat, Unleavened, Bravery, Ray, Toffee, Imaginary _____________________________________________________________________________________ “LEVI!” a female voice rang across the farm, and my head popped up only to hit the boards of the fence I was leaning through. Rubbing the back of my head as I grumble under my breath at my own carelessness,

Was wondering where this was hiding its stripped fluffy butt!!! Glad you found it ma.

Dialogue Prompt: Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” ************************************************************************************* “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.” I muttered to myself, using the wrist of a soap-covered hand to wipe away my tears before returning my focus to the tack in my lap. “Memories come, even when all you want to do is forget.” “And what is it you want to forget, my love?” asked a deep, silky smooth baritone voice from b

worksheets and tips that i find are helpful for when i am working. you are more than welcome to copy and use for yourself!

1) Who a) Full Name______________________________________________________________________ Reason/Meaning________________________________________________________________ c) Nickname_____________________________ d) Race_________________________________ e) Occupation____________________________ Social class_______________________________ 2) Physical Appearance a) Age__________________________________ Looks Like______________________________ Eye Color____

I stare out into the rain Arms open to embrace the wind As the moisture touches my face It mixes with tears for what had been As I think of days long gone I remember the happier times The strength of your arms holding on And the taste of your lips on mine But the tears that now grace my cheek Are the tears that you placed here Through the torture, past the pain You remain in memories that I hold dear My heart is st

I stared at the door in front of me, dread pooling in the pit of my stomach. I could clearly hear the three different octaves of laughter float through the door, and I knew that I would be ruining one of their days. Finally plucking up the courage, I raised my hand and knocked on the door. The laughter died down, and I heard a pair of heels crossing the wooden floor. I stepped back as I watched the curtain on the window shift, a face appearing in the gap that was just created. The smile on h

a collection of prompts that have, in my moms own words, made my hamster wheel turn so fast it smokes, there by giving the collection it's name

thank you everyone for the birthday wishes. and while i hate that ma squealed on me, i am happy that everyone that i consider friends (and in sasha's case family) took the time to check in on this post and make a comment. i am a lucky wolf to be able to call you all friends

oh no! *dives under pillows* no no no! skype and facebook are bad enough, but to have my own ma squeal on me? *hides til day is over* thank you though caz

hmmm....now that;s a tough one.I have may stories that i love here, and many different authors that i follow. But, out of all of them, I would have to say that my favorite story in the entire website would be Cowboy Summer by Sasha Distan, and that is because it strikes home more than any other story i;ve read here. i can clearly feel the connection slowly forming between the main character and the horse he is learning to ride, and it reminds me so much of the connection that i share with my own horse. and the entire story being set in a town where everyone knows eachother, it makes me long for the same. that;s why Cowboy summer is my favorite.