Master, I request and recommend you to write a continuing segment of your continuing composition titled "Linked". Would you like a Sammich of Thought? O_O
I would like feedback on my story, "Picking Up the Pieces." I would like to hear opinions, all positive and negative. And anyone here besides me is a good writier.
Hypothetical speaking... If I have gotten bored and farmed someone and they farmed me back and got clan members involved... Would anyone help me?
I don't lime Bradbury. He's too... I dunno, sappy. There's no fear. For a horror or suspense writer, he doesn't do it too well - I just read a quarter of the October Country. I quit. Btw, everyone goes back to Overworld in next cha- *bang*
Edgar Allen Poe is one of the most famous writers ever. He wrote the poem "the raven" and several short stories including "the pit and the pendulum" and "the mask of the red death" he's a boss. In fact, he's so boss I can't even describe how boss he is
Remember that time when we were not much more then 9 and I gave you a paper. And I drew you a flower and I added some snowman and snowflakes and Santa clause cup cakes. And all in all it took me just about an hour. And I said I dont know, if lilies even grow in the, wintertime, but in my mind they do. And they grow for me and for you. Years past it was strange our friendship seemed to last. Spring turned to summer, summer turned to fall. And I remember when we past the Jon sill cow. Underneath the snow we dug up a lily flower under the red brick wall. And I said I dont know, if lilies even grow in the, wintertime, but in my mind they do. And they grow for me and for you. After high school we kinda lost touch, Id be lying if I said I didnt think about it much. Never thought I would see you again, you were a real important friend. As winter approached I got a package in the mail. It was an 8-inch by 4-inch amalgamation. Had been sent from a far, in a distant land a land called California. Opened the letter and began and it read. And I said I dont know, if lilies even grow in the, wintertime, but in my mind they do. And they grow for me and for you. (Slow clap) I dont know, if lilies even grow in the, wintertime, but in my mind they do. And they grow for me and for you. I dont know, if lilies even grow in the, wintertime, but in my mind they do. And they grow for me and for you.