Cadin Araceli wrote:Hey! I am so so SO sorry I have been seriously slacking! I promise this time when I say I am back I really mean it!
I should be finished with the current works by the end of the week! If not, PLEASE pm and ask me to stop being lazy and work!
Thank you all for being so patient!
David Bryan Rashbaum wrote:Baby I want you like the roses want the rain, you know I need you like a poet needs the pain and I would give anything, my blood, my love, my life if you were in these arms tonight. We stared at the sun and we made a promise, a promise this world would never blind us. These were our words, our words were our songs, our songs are our prayers, these prayers keep me strong, it's what I believe, it’s where we belong. Your clothes are all scattered all over this room this whole place still smells like your cheap perfume, everything here reminds me of you, there's nothing I wouldn't do, yeah, these are our words, they keep me strong, it's what i believe, it's where we belong!




Cadin Araceli wrote:The Hunter
I really love the way you have written this, it gives us a very clear pictures without over crowding us with detail. The way you were able to separate the narrators speech from those who where speaking was also great.
I think maybe adding more to the ghost girl would be great, like maybe give little hints that she isn't exactly normal. Adding in the hunter and her walking to the cottage would be a great way to do this.
Also, if you could give us a little more as to what is going on inside the hunters head, this being either with thought process, or body language. It would helps us connect more.
As always, if you have any questions, feel free to ask!






David Bryan Rashbaum wrote:Baby I want you like the roses want the rain, you know I need you like a poet needs the pain and I would give anything, my blood, my love, my life if you were in these arms tonight. We stared at the sun and we made a promise, a promise this world would never blind us. These were our words, our words were our songs, our songs are our prayers, these prayers keep me strong, it's what I believe, it’s where we belong. Your clothes are all scattered all over this room this whole place still smells like your cheap perfume, everything here reminds me of you, there's nothing I wouldn't do, yeah, these are our words, they keep me strong, it's what i believe, it's where we belong!
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