georgelee5786
I'll never let you down when you're riding with me
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Tighter is better.I'm reopening the thread with tighter rules. Please read the rules and post
I'll be honest with you, I dont wanna read this again mainly because I'm bored and wanna see something new. But I skimmed through the first chapter.You might remember me. I'm not sure if this is allowed but I made a ton of changes to my story and would like to know your thoughts. Totally get it if your answer is no.
https://www.scribblehub.com/series/2244075/cursed-crowned-crimson/
And my prime number is 71.
why would tell me about his body language instead of showing me? this is a novel not an analysisOnly the sound of laughter, joy and the usual movement that belonged to a town of this size.
In spite of that, Akuma didn’t so much as stutter while mouthing off. His body language suggested that he was conversing with someone slightly above him.
It wasn’t the festivities he was cursing from the bottom of his chest. In this case, the pure concentrated light had been pro
["Dammit. Dammit! Dammit!"
It wasn’t the festivities he was cursing from the bottom of his chest. In this case, the pure concentrated light had been produced by the thing above his head.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing, asshole?! Don’t you have any social awareness?! Turn that shit off for once!"]A
[Nothing.
Only the sound of laughter, joy and the usual movement that belonged to a town of this size.]B
[In spite of that, Akuma didn’t so much as stutter while mouthing off. His body language suggested that he was conversing with someone slightly above him.
"Here I was trying to take it easy today! Yet for some reason you’re obsessed with these childish games! Pulling me out of class? For that? A half-assed mission like that?! Seriously, when are you gonna grow up?!"]C
[Even as the words left him, they had a strange taste about them.]D
[Grow up.
Was he even capable of such a thing? If anything, in the three years Akuma had known him, he hadn’t aged a single day. His juvenile appearance was punctuated by the tattered prisoner's onesie he wore—the white and blue striped fabric was damaged by what looked like repeated beatings. And a heavy, metal shackle was cuffed around the entity's left wrist. It was the kind that reeked of labor and violent struggles.]E
awful title name you should be ashamedHere is my story submission. I don't think I've submitted anything to this thread yet.
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Sixes and Sevens
A Trains On The Brain series story. When you're all at sixes and sevens, you feel overwhelmed and unable to cope. That's how twelve-year old Robin feels a lot of the time, but as he enters his preteen years in 2006 his world begins to change in many ways which leads...www.scribblehub.com
My prime number is 1997.