Dying Arts

Including, but not limited to:

  1. mystia-katsuragi reblogged this from caejosay and added:
    Patricia pinched her left cheek, dragging a champagne cork’s size of her skin from her jawbone to the shadows beneath...
  2. anastasiakirke reblogged this from samayla and added:
    These have all been awesome! Now that I’ve actually had a moment to start writing, mine is: For Elsa, seventh grade had...
  3. korrawarriorprincess reblogged this from write-me-off and added:
    Quis stared at her, in blank astonishment.
  4. hipolymer reblogged this from anastasiakirke and added:
    You know what I hate? Spiders.
  5. write-me-off reblogged this from anipendragon and added:
    Charlotte Deverly breathed a sigh of relief as the study door opened effortlessly.
  6. anipendragon reblogged this from samayla and added:
    There were few pleasures in life greater than looking down on the world from the highest point in the sky.
  7. samayla reblogged this from caejosay and added:
    “Rowdy?” Daniel’s voice echoed up through the empty house to the second floor bedroom where Rosalie was unpacking boxes....
  8. caejosay reblogged this from anastasiakirke and added:
    With slow steps, Lyndon Thompson wandered downtown, observing the mahogany buildings as if they were foreign.
  9. campywriting reblogged this from anastasiakirke and added:
    This is a great idea! Everyone, feel free to reblog with/submit/tag your first sentences.
  10. gloriousmonsters reblogged this from anastasiakirke and added:
    When Nadia awoke in her seventh life, she had to bury her face in the pillow to muffle her sobs.