WELL hello there. Go ahead, pull up a chair next to the fire, i dont mind. Would you like a scone? No? Ah well, they are delicious. I'm Morgan, and its great to meet you. Wait, whats that you ask? Whats that man doing on the floor? Why... he's sleeping, of course! Sleeping. He's very sleepy. What? Well of course people bleed in their sleep, they do it all the time!
...
Perhaps its best you leave.
Goodnight, and so long.
...
give me back my scone T_T
...
Perhaps its best you leave.
Goodnight, and so long.
...
give me back my scone T_T
- Last seen on Nov 16 12:16 PM. Member since April 19.
- My mood is , and quote is "alone".
- When I'm not writing, I'm doing a wide variety of things :3.
- I am in the groups Dreams, Strings, Writers with a Descriptive Mind
- I have 18 comments, 31 stories
My Stories
-
300 words, August 26. In Beach, Description, Life, Nature, Ocean, Poem, Poetry, Summer, Teen, Young adult
-
It feels like this town is rotting. Like a mound of roadkill left on the side of the road to fester and mold and decompose, fouling up the air and earth around it like the spreading of a disease. You could watch it slowly swa300 words, 1 comment, August 13. In Dark, Death, Depression, Hate, People, Rot, Small town, Society, Weird
-
Marilyn Dominique Marlo strode down the busy newyork sidewalk, away from the small building on the corner of St.James boulevard, away from the apartment numbered Room 17 in gold plated lettering, away from the man probably st
-
There was darkness everywhere. Well, Ivan supposed not really. The weather had been quite nice as of recent days: the summer sun had smiled down upon California for the past few weeks. And nighttime was never really dark here
Guest Book
1 - 1 of 1
-
LadyLionnir on July 31MORGAN. hi.
