I'm going through a really massive writer's block. I pity my stories. Can't seem to get them written out as much as I want to.

A mop of blond hair bopped down from the steps of the train and moved left. It stopped a few feet after and changed directions. Again it stopped. It disappeared for a moment as it pointed down. When it bopped up again, it repeated its directionless process twice more.

“Excuse me, you must be Naruto Uzumaki.”

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( Prologue of a Naruto fic I wrote long ago. )

Until he had his first glimpse of the boy called Will Stanton.

He first heard the name Will Stanton one weekend supper at the Evans’s house. On that ordinary night, Mrs Evans announced that her nephew, Will, would be convalescing in Wales.

For some unknown reason, that name alone raised a tiny seed of interest within Bran.

“He’s about your ( Read more... )