"Why do you hate us so much?" Velaynia finally blurted, her voice trembling with sadness. He looked at her as if it was the dumbest question he'd ever heard. "Why?" He snapped. "Why? As long as your kind is alive, this kingdom is still cursed. The Maysayas will do nothing for this kingdom but drag it down into the dirt with your kind. The sooner you all are killed off, the better."

Here are all my contest entries....

Esmeralda is the last human on Earth.

"There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So, just give me a happy middle And a very happy start." -Shel Silverstein

My entries for contests. Some might be good, some might be not as good. Anywho, hope you all enjoy.

Random Awesomeness

1rst Place Winner of Contest. I had an errand there: gathering water-lilies, green leaves and lilies white to please my pretty lady, the last ere the year's end to keep them from the winter, to flower by her pretty feet till the snows are melted. Each year at summer's end I go to find them for her, in a wide pool, deep and clear, far down the Withywindle; there they open first in spring and there they linger latest. By that pool long ago I found the River-daughter, fair young Goldberry sitting in the rushes. Sweet was her singing then, and her heart was beating! And that proved well for you-- for now I shall no longer go down deep again along the forest-water, not while the year is old. Nor shall I be passing Old Man Willow's house this side of spring-time, not till the merry spring, when the River-daughter dances down the withy-path to bathe in the water. Tom Bombadil on Goldberry, the River-Daughter

James Bond. 007. As an agent in her majesty's secret service he is granted a license to kill. However, living in the world of espionage and betrayal means that his luck may run out one day. When a special evening out in Chelsea leaves unanswered questions, it does not sit well with Bond. A mystery begins to unravel and 007 is once more sanctioned to defend England against a long forgotten enemy. [Completed]

Goblins, gnomes with a vengence, giant snake ladies, killer horses, elves with dark secrets, bullet-proof knights, and Fire Breathing Rubber Duckies lurk between and among the stories. Brave are the adventurers who conquer these pages, for what lurks here is not for the unimaginative.

So I've noticed just about everyone has a book to write random stuff in. So I've decided to do one as well. Includes: randomness, Would you rathers, contest entries, writing prompts, cover entries, updates about my works, and more. My tags are all found in my Book of Tags Credit to my mom for the cover picture