I think that I am possibly the worst driver ever.
My dad's teaching me (I know, I know, I'm 21 and can't drive) but its like...I think we're going to die, yup. Yesterday I almost ran into two cars and if it weren't for my dad's super quick wheel grabbing reflexes...
I hate cars.
- Mental Balance: drained
Still the Smoochfest is super fun. I can't wait to read other's entries.
- Mental Balance: cranky
I need to get out more, if the most interesting thing that I can think to type about is the tree in my backyard.
It really is pretty though.
- Mental Balance: blank
- Mental Balance: frustrated
This is a story left over from a creative writing class. I rather liked it, so I thought that I would see what others thought of it. It's pretty short, only roughly 1500 words long. I might rewrite it someday, or whatever. It's supposed to fall into the category of sophisticated literature.
Title: Hey, Mister Murder
Author: Phoenix Torte
Notes: Nothing expicit, but implied murder. Don't use without permission, this is an original work.
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Reading too many Snarry's lately....and I'm lazy today, using the author summaries.
The Apple Tree
Harry returns for his seventh year determined to change the status quo. A long (but completed!) tale of romance, betrayal, initiative and derring do!
No Words, No Sleep
If you lose your ability to speak, do you lose your independence? The power to decide what is right for you and your life? If you lose your ability to speak, do you lose your intelligence, your character, or all the other features that make you you?
When the Rose and the Fire are One
Harry's haunted by guilt. Snape's warded by roses. Each must free the other in order to free himself.