Ruth’s Comments (group member since Nov 11, 2012)

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Porky Pig

donald duck

I'm really looking forward to The Host

That's really cool! Thanks!

buggy

I like that a lot! I really like the way it was written, and I can't wait to hear more!

Hey, I need a really short, scary story based inside a junior high school for something I'm doing. Do you have any story ideas?

Keep Your Mind Wide Open- Annasophia Robb- Bridge To Terabithia

I Dreamed A Dream- Anne Hathaway- Les Miserables

fly

blue

Saphira

Smaug

Cecil Tutor sounds really good! Thanks!

Avaticus Melnyar... I actually really like how that sounds! Thanks!
I need one more last name like that for a guy named Cecil.

anything, really. For example, some of the other characters' names that I have are Azzan Breila and Iferious Selfia. Just anything somewhat like that style.

I'll see if I can make more to the story (: Thanks!

Thanks (:

I just randomly wrote this. It's not really part of anything.

Lana stared out the window at the pouring rain. “Is it ever going to stop?” She wondered.
It was then that she saw him. He walked with a steady pace. He did not get wet. The sight of him sent a shiver down Lana’s spine. She left the window quickly and began shoving items into a bag. She had to escape before he came!
She picked up a photograph. For a moment she hesitated, looking at it. They were all so happy, then. There was her little brother, Joseph. He had only been five. And her mother and father. She missed that all so much.
She stuffed the photo in the bag and hurried toward the back door. The whole house shuddered and she was knocked to the floor. He was breaking the door down!
Lana picked herself up and turned the knob of the back door. It was locked! Quickly she fumbled in her pocket for her keys. Without luck, she glanced over at the desk. They were sitting there, just out of her reach.
The house shuddered again. The door wouldn’t hold much longer.
Lana ran over to the desk, grabbed the keys, and ran back to the door. She fumbled for a moment with them and put the key in the keyhole.
The man hit the door again. This time Lana heard wood splintering.
She unlocked the door, and it swung open. She stepped outside and looked up at the sky. The rain fell down on her face.
There! She saw them! Her people had come for her. One of them stretched out her hand. Lana spread her wings and flew upwards. She had escaped! Her fingertips brushed the hand of the other.
It was then that she felt his icy grip around her ankle.

analogy