The makings of a novelist...

[lady_tavington]

The sun was a bright red and dull orange in the far distance, and it was setting just over the bridge there. The air was starting to get cold, and the sky was starting to darken, but she wouldn't come in. She didn't want to. She loved sunsets. She was addicted to them. And this was the first clear sunset she was laying eyes upon for a fucking

Comments

[theboysgonehome]

You TOTALLY are going to have to let me read it.

[lady_tavington]

Hahaha! I love you. I'm thinking of putting up, like, a community for this...just to post everything in a more organized, less chaotic place so that it's not scattered...Just so I have a place to put my novel. I just hope no one steals it...

Thanks for the support!

Luv, Peace and Imaginary Peanut Butter,
~Marciana

[samantha_may]

That was bloody brilliant! (in a Ron Weasley way)

[lady_tavington]

Oh, thank you so much!

Luv, Peace and Imaginary Peanut Butter,
~Marciana