Noyoucantmesswithme

Chapter 0 Lindsey feels, in these moments, a cruel winter wind blow over her for the first time since she can remember. A harshness, a gritty wind that one could only expect from a world that doesn't want them there. Where that may be over-dramatic, one doesn't confuse the feelings of the heart often, and who was Lindsey Howell if not an unwanted child, the orphan of the world, a street urchin who never realized that the world wasn't her playground until now. He had on her mother's jacket, not letting her mind dwell on the sentiment and memories that this jacket carries for her. She stands on a barren sidewalk in front of a community center

The salty breeze be too familiar. It always is. Looking out at the night sky covering the earth like a dark blanket, tiny white dots spread all over it. I've seen this sight more than the others, I know that. I'm the only one out here at this time of night. Once I was caught up here. I had to tell me mate that the booze had screwed with me stomach. I feel poetic tonight. If the others knew, I'd be keelhauled in a second. What scares me is that they might keep me alive just so they could do it again. The night sky be beautiful. Occasionally I write poetry on scraps of paper we pick up at rest spots. Sittin' til mornin' The moon sits a lot N

M.S. By Wilson Taylor "You're changing your hair color?" "Well… yeah, I thought it would look, uhh… well, I thought it would look nice." She only got prettier. It worried me. It wasn't that her rainbow colored streaks weren't beautiful, quite the opposite actually… but everything was falling into place the way I thought it would. I couldn't point out that she was falling into it, she'd never looked so happy. The only thing left for her to get was magical powers… and I'm totally serious, it's coming, I know it. I know it's coming. My name is Richard M. Sue. I married my wife exactly 3 months ago. I told her my con

ZYGOMATIC BY WILSON TAYLOR FOR: DAPHNE LUNN WHO PROMISED SHE'D ACTUALLY READ THIS ONE. INTRODUCTION INTRODUCTION MITZI CADENCE I don't know what to write here to be entirely honest. When I decided I was going to start writing about Nicolas Hall, the first chapter never occurred to me. Somehow I expected to sit down and begin writing about Nicolas Hall. I knew my ending, everybody knows the ending, it's common knowledge. I don't know where to start. The first section is written by Michael Merriweather. When I met him, I could best describe him as quiet. His face is hard and his hands look even harder. He had exactly seven marks around