Alyssandra lived near Paris as a young girl with her father and younger sister. Her father was a former musketeer and taught her everything she knows now. When she wasn't duelling with her father or shooting her guns, she would get into brawls with the local tavern drunks . Over the years she became a master duelist w...
Hello! I'm completely redoing this story. This was such a fun project and my first real experience with writing. I want to go back and redo it, but I don't want to erase the original copy. I wanted to keep this story here to remind me just how far I've come with writing. This is an incomplete version of the story. Ca...
He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in.. ********** What happens when Alexis Dawson- "r...
"Is this... Is this your brother?" The girl asked, glowing blue eyes boring into his as he smiled gently. "Yeah..." He laughed softly, unsurely, before stroking the picture frame tenderly. "That's Freddie." The girl grinned at him, corners of her eyes creasing. "He looks like a beautiful person... A happy person." Geo...
"You know," I said with a bit of a smug look as I looked down at the last word to be found in the crossword. "Hope is a four letter word." "So is dead," George answers, a serious look on his face. My smile dropped as he moved the crossword back into the pile of old newspapers. ~ Iris Parkinson is one of the most hopef...