CatChronicles
I don't enjoy reading or writing nonfiction. Its too factual, too exact. The kind of reading I need is reading about a fantasy land that was created all by just one person. Just one.
She had been misled. Her best friend was in fact a traitor to the tribe. Now she would pay the price.
She clambered up onto the rooftop and started sprinting. The connected odd roofs jutting out of the homes were perfect to escape. Just as long as she could run one more mile. Just one.
Mindless banter. My friends and I would constantly just go on and on about a random subject for ages. Once we talked for an hour. Today, however, we were talking about magic. A black hooded figure came up from behind me and asked if I believed in it. I said yes. He grabbed my hand, and all of a sudden I couldn't see.
she finally found a parking spot, not the best one, but it was good enough. As she got out of her car it started to rain. Annoyed, she ran inside, and searched for the proper stadium in the complex. When she found her seat, the concert had just started. Then the artist came on stage.
That was when the bomb exploded.
i has a degree no i don't I'm sorry no caps lock of punctuation i is derp nope 60 secs nope what degrees are from college woo degrees are cool i think you can get them for writing