❛ the lazy writers ❜

[hellebore]

@ Dove
Then I guess you should stay away from my writing, for humanity's sake xD

@ Kobe
Thank you; I hope so!
Also, that was an excellent read! The wonderful descriptions were my favorite aspect.

[dove.]

I enjoy when writers make me angry enough to start a riot XD

[kobe,]

thank you dove (and you juni, haha), you did a fabulous job yourself!! can't wait for more :^))

thank you gunpowder!! imagery is really fun!

[anxious ghost]

I will read everything posted in a little while. For now, though:
Nom! Is everyone gonna die in this chapter?

[Woogwoo Wren]

NOM! NEXT BIT! NOW!
Hhhhhhhhhh.
That's awesome! I can't say how amazing it is! I can't find the rum!
yeah. I'm loving the story so far, in case you haven't noticed.

[dove.]

Noooo!
We're all to fab to die now.

[hellebore]

next. paragraph. up

An emotional hug
My best friend falling into the water unconscious
Everyone dying

I don't even

[Ranger of the North]

I like to lead readers on, making them believe something for a very long time simply due to my writing style, and then drop the bomb that they were being tricked, at the last second

Ikr nothing gives me more pleasure than attempting that XD

I like to lead readers on, making them believe something for a very long time simply due to my writing style, and then drop the bomb that they were being tricked, at the last second

you evil thing. your stuff would be a lot of fun to read, im assuming!

also guys, how's this short story i just wrote? already entered it but would still love constructive criticism if you have any to deal. always trying to improve!

“You dare disrespect me?!”

Ramiel winced as he heard Narcisse’s growl, watching in horror as the angel paced around the crew’s captured demon. She was pretty, a tall, muscular girl with crimson skin and long, thick black hair, her yellow eyes resembling that of a cat’s. She said nothing in response to the question, just sneered, showing shimmering white fangs as she drew back her lips in a snarl. This seemed to anger Narcisse even further, the hot-headed avenger grabbing hold of the front of the demon’s shirt and bringing her closer, nose to nose with him. “Tell me where the rest of you are,” he demanded, his golden eyes searching as the demon winced in pain, her wrists tied behind her back. “Tell me now, wretch, and you live. It is your choice.”

Not even a heartbeat had passed when the demon spat, the sizzling venom from her jaws landing and fizzling on the pavement. “My name is Usha, you fool.” Her voice was like silk, soft and smooth and interesting, even knowing she was dangerous; murderous, even. “And I will tell you nothing. Unlike you filthy, self-serving angels, we demons are loyal.” The wrong thing to say, probably; growling in frustration, Narcisse roughly threw the girl to the ground. Usha groaned in pain.

Pacing and grumbling, Narcisse seemed to be weighing his options as the others in the crew fixed each other with strange looks. Ramiel belonged to an angel gang of four, counting himself, with Narcisse as their unchallenged leader. He was a tall, muscular man in his late twenties, with pale skin and pure white hair. Golden freckles, the same color as his honey-amber eyes, flawlessly flecked his cheekbones and shoulders, as well as his snowy-white wings. Right now, his seven-foot wingspan was folded elegantly across his back, a bright contrast to his black leather gear. He stopped pacing, drawing Ramiel from his thoughts; the leader of the gang stretched his wings, yawned almost lazily, then folded them again. From his belt he drew an opaline shortsword, the blade an alluring array of different shades of pink, green, blue, purple. A perfect symbol of how something beautiful can be extremely deadly, Ramiel thought.

And then, to the shorter angel’s mixed dismay and shock, Narcisse turned and handed the weapon to Ramiel. “Kill her,” the leader said coldly, his voice emotionless as Usha struggled against her ropes. Her once fearless and defiant gaze was now flecked with panic as she scrabbled against the alleyway pavement - Ramiel’s heart sunk down to his shoes. Reluctantly, he took the shortsword by its silvery hilt, stepping out from the safety of the shadows and advancing slowly towards Usha. She looked up at him with a mixture of terror and hatred, her upper lip curled in a grimace. If only she could see he was not like this, not a ruthless killer like the rest of the angels… “Hurry up,” Ramiel could hear Narcisse snap impatiently.

The angel looked down. In a puddle below him he could see his face, his expression reflecting the reluctance he felt inside. He was an average character, with a thin build and coffee-colored skin. His hair was dyed a pastel peachy color, his eyes a deep chocolate - and they showed his fear. No, he was not like this. But the world was not fair, not for angels, not for demons, not for anybody. Ramiel took a deep breath and swung the sword down in an arc, and let us say that angels never miss.

Wow, please continue!!
I spotted a few mistakes, but not many, and it's really well written!!

[dove.]

@gunpowder.
*Pats on the back*
It's going to be ok.

[Nomonym]

Or is it? *goes back to typing*