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I read your poem 'Lonely'. It was really nice! :)
Thank you! That took a LOT of editing!
I read your prologue and your poem - they are both kind of haunting and very thought-provoking. I really like them! Keep up the great writing!
Evelynn wrote: "I read your prologue and your poem - they are both kind of haunting and very thought-provoking. I really like them! Keep up the great writing!"
Thank you! I'm kind of obsessed with your fan-fiction too! I read every single thing in your Wreck-It-Ralph group!
Thank you! I'm kind of obsessed with your fan-fiction too! I read every single thing in your Wreck-It-Ralph group!
Sarah wrote: "Thank you! I'm kind of obsessed with your fan-fiction too! I read every single thing in your Wreck-It-Ralph group!"LOL! You're welcome, and I'm glad you're enjoying it so much! Chapter 3 will come soon, I promise! :)
Evelynn wrote: "Sarah wrote: "Thank you! I'm kind of obsessed with your fan-fiction too! I read every single thing in your Wreck-It-Ralph group!"
LOL! You're welcome, and I'm glad you're enjoying it so much! Chap..."
Yay! I've been anxiously awaiting it haha
LOL! You're welcome, and I'm glad you're enjoying it so much! Chap..."
Yay! I've been anxiously awaiting it haha
Just a little something I've been working on...
Every day I'd come
from the old yellow house
on the corner
near the big oak tree.
I'd stand and watch
the sceneries emerge,
like a show put on just for me.
The birds chirped, sounding welcoming
and the branches all waved with glee.
The wind would softly blow
and the plants would all dance with me.
And this would go on for quite some time,
until the sceneries were done with
this silly little play.
Every day I'd come
from the old yellow house
on the corner
near the big oak tree.
I'd stand and watch
the sceneries emerge,
like a show put on just for me.
The birds chirped, sounding welcoming
and the branches all waved with glee.
The wind would softly blow
and the plants would all dance with me.
And this would go on for quite some time,
until the sceneries were done with
this silly little play.
Sarah wrote: "Just a little something I've been working on...Every day I'd come
from the old yellow house
on the corner
near the big oak tree.
I'd stand and watch
the sceneries emerge,
like a show put on j..."
It's so sweet, I love it.
