The Writer's Café

Hey I'm writing a book here in fan fiction called The Seven Swords of Knoghthood. Pls check it out and give feed back on what unthought and how I can improve. Very much appreciated

Note: the name is not final for the boom
 
Thinking of writing a story titled "Scapegoat" , but not sure which way to go about it... So many different plot lines possible... Ideas?
 
If Hasbro doesn't bring MLP: FiM to the British iTunes store soon…

There is going to be an absence of intestines at Hasbro, there is going to be lots of human stew in my house, and I'm going to have a lot of human skin toilet paper.

[Insert hysteric laugh here]
 
I don't know, I make a KILLER (see what I did there) stew.

But human blood goes delightfully with a roast leg of insurance sales man (if you get the reference, you are a legend).
 
I'm not sure. I know Mandarin Chinese is. Stora, please do me a favor and read the latest update I have out for LoKaW. I would really appreciate feedback.
 
Hmm...I hope it is, I really want to learn Japanese.
You updated it feather? I'll go have a look right now :) srry I haven't been on KaW much, listening to too many drama CD's lol
 
Ima post a snapshot...I might turn it into a story if people like it..

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Her white satin gown brushed the grass as she walked, whispering gently. Her eyes sparkled softly, with an almost inhuman beauty. She stopped near the edge of the cliff, the wind pulling her hair back into a rippling, glosy black curtain. Her dress flows out behind her, fluttering in the wind like it was a caught butterfly. A hint of a smile touched her lips, and she bent down and plucked a wild rose from a nearby bush. She stripped it of its thorns quickly, then tucked the blossom behind her ear. It was at that second I knew. I would never forget this mysterious girl. I was in love.
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Anyone like it?
 
The night was black as 9 hooded figures entered the city. All were cloaked in black , and were there for only one purpose: they felt the call of the ring. They road their black horses down a street , toward the in. One by one , they came up to the inn door and beat on it with a long , sharp sword , until it suddenly gave way and fell to the floor. They all filed in , and went up to a door , the presence of the ring now almost unbearable. They walked in readied their swords , and the leader , the tallest one , said "Frodo , want to come with us to the bar and get some ale?"
 
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