An Almost Perfect Fit
What if Cinderella's foot was not the only one that fit the slipper?…
What if Cinderella's foot was not the only one that fit the slipper?…
It's said that you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, but I have a darn good feeling your book is gonna get a whole lot more popular if your cover looks good. But not everyone is a graphic designer. Maybe you're thinking, "I really want my story to get out, but nobody's reading it because my cover looks lousy." Well, my friend, you have come to the right place! DM me with your requests!(cover designed by moi, though you'd think that'd be kinda obvious...)#MediaDirectoryJAN#MediaDirectoryJAN2…
Title says it all. OPEN TO REQUESTSA lot of people have told me I should write fan fiction, but I've never been able to write an entire story without getting bored with it before too long. So I thought I'd try one shots because I like those. I hope your fangirl/boy heart is satisfied! (Expect a lot of sad stuff because I'm better at writing that than anything else, or so I've been told.)Also, just to cover my bases, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM MARVEL.…
"The earth without art is just 'eh'."I know there are many artists who are far more talented than I, but I do my best, and perfect practice makes perfect, so the more I do it, better I will get, right? Right. So, here are my efforts at 'arting' so far. Please feel free to comment, critique, and even vote, if you like what you see!…
Run. Just run. Don't stop. Don't look behind you. Just run. Run for your life. .o0o.Where can you go when life itself seems like it's out to get you?…
"'Til death do us part... and after."My name is Walter, and I'm dead.I know what you're thinking, what a ridiculous way to start a story, right? But I wasn't always dead, because for one to be dead he must first be alive.My story is not very unique. I never was wealthy, I was never, by the world's definition, a hero, I never ruled over kingdoms and lands. But I did have something that I believe is more valuable than any of those things, and makes my story worth the telling: Love.What is love, you might ask? Love is chilly nights and warm fires. Love is brown eyes and dark curls. Love is... no, I'm getting ahead of myself. I must start at the beginning, when love seemed farther away than the stars on a cloudy day...…