Ok I'm looking for a co writer to help with my newest story relentless love was neither well received or original so I move on to happier pastures now so yes my next story is to be written from 2 points of view I would prefer the writer to be female due to the nature of the character ok thanks I'll leave it at that for the moment if any extra info is needed just wall me or post on here
I would like other to come forward as well but if not I will definitely take you but there's one person I wish to write with I hope she comes forward
This is a cool idea. I am also looking for a co-writer for a story I have been working on for years. It's. Sci fi story tho. Anyone interesting please wall me.
It's was a full moon, shining faint rays of light down to where I had set up camp for that night I had no fire to warm my muscles and I soon had cramped legs I moved painfully pulling myself out of a pile of thorns but it was worth it, my tattered pants and T-shirt provided no protected from the thorns. As I got up, I got up I had blood all over my body dripping down making smearing coming off on anything that I brushed against I followed with the most amout of care I could not to alert the deer the tiniest bit that I was behind it. I had been tracking the same deer now for one and a half days now and I was running low on food THUD! The bolt fired from my crossbow hit and hit the deer in it's leg forcing the animal to stumble in pain through the thick undergrowth of the forest making the wound tear Painfully open makings it bigger untill the deer colapsed on a big lump of grass. I had been learning and waiting for this moment all my life growing and learning my skills such learning the throwthe rusty knife that I found when I was playing outside, I also learnt to use a yew bow my dad made from the yew that colapsed last summer making the wood able to be made into a bow but I never used it untill I turned seven From the turned 7 I was a little boy at that stage aiming a little yew bow into a tree and trying to hit a bird that was perched on the edge of the branch But this was different it was my first big kill that my poor family would trusting me to bring a good amout of meat back so we can survive the cold nights to come I pulled the deer through the broken branchs and the thorn bushes like the one befor. I cut open I deer over a river where i striped it's stomach contents out into the stream startling some fish that darted away trying to avoid the guts from the dead deer as I got closer to home I spotted a faint misty haze telling me that the villege that I lived in was preparing for a cold winters night where the weather was alwas upredictable, wheather it was going to snow, rain, or even some sun that the farmers had treasured each moment of it I walked through into our little wooden hut on the outside of the college where I was meet by my old ragged dad called John who started cooking the deer. It was the first meal we had had in a few days and as soon as the fat touched my throat it felt the best thing I had had in well ever. I wrote it last night