irunwithwolves

To understand why I wrote this, please read the Author's note below first :)         When we first got this assignment, I had no idea what I was going to say. I kept thinking to myself, "I'm too young to have learned any life lessons" and pushed the assignment off another day. But one day I found out that my favourite band will be playing a concert nearby in August, which got me really excited. And one morning I was lying in bed thinking about how excited I am, when it suddenly occurred to me how much this band means to me. To me, music is not just for entertainment. Music is a message and a feeling an

                 Sometimes I see just how easy it is... One swift cut, and it all goes black. Game over. All the pain, gone in an instant. I'd do it, you know. Just to prove all them right. I am worthless. I know it, God I've always known it. Always the one standing in the corner on my own, that's me. Always the one with nobody to turn to. It hurts to smile, yet somehow I can't shed a single tear. It's like my body's in denial, yet my mind knows exactly where I'm headed. Six feet under. Sounds kinda appealing really, in a perverted kind of way.   &

  Blaire's questing fingers hovered an inch below the bag of marshmallows she was trying to reach. She was on her tip-toes, one hand holding onto the shelf below the marshmallows and the other stretched out above her. She blew her bangs out of her face irritably and considered how she was going to reach the sweets without involving Prosper, who, she was sure, would tease her endlessly if she asked for his help.  Cursing him and his infernal height, she braced one foot on the trash can underneath the shelves and began to pull herself up. Grabbing the marshmallows triumphantly in one hand, she gave a yelp of surprise when two arms twined arou

                                                    Chapter 2                                                    Xzaviar POV  &#

The little she-wolf trotted across the ground calmly, her nose nearly touching it as she sniffed about, working on finding scents which appeal to her. Her eyes closed as her nostrils flared slightly and let out a breath, hot air pushing loose dirt and making a small dust cloud as her tail lifted slightly while she leaned forward, spotting one of her pups while she got ready for a pounce. Her tail flicked as her back legs flexed, grinning as she tackled down her little pup, Koda, nosing into him and wrestling around with him happily. "Hey Koda.." She growled in a sweet tone, resting him onto her chest as she licked his nose. Koda w

Brandon couldn't believe it, Du Weldenvarden; it seemed all of this was just a dream, he thought he would wake up any second now. "How did we get her so fast?" asked Brandon looking around him, soaking up the scene before him. "You home is Alagaesia," she answered him, "Just your from another time of Alagaesia." Brandon turned to her, "So the books that I've been reading have…are like history books?" Arya nodded, "It would seem that way." She sat down on a lone rock and looked up, "They should be here soon." "Brandon seemed confused, "Who?" asked Brandon, she just smiled at him while closing her eyes; that when he heard it. The stea

It's best to stay far away from us writers. We're double-agents, and can't be trusted. You see, we just have this terrible privilege of not being able to tell the difference between reality and fiction. We sometimes forget that the emotions in our head might not run with as much passion as they really do, and then we get disappointed in things that make normal people happy. We're afraid to get close to people, and yet all we do is yearn for human contact. That's why we write about it, and that's why we lose touch on what it really feels like to be in a relationship. Writers often find that we don't fully comprehend the world around us, and,