My hair is so messy. There I was, like a statue staring at the mirror, in which my worried-looking reflection was staring back at me. My hair was chocolate coloured and it was so spiky that it shot out in many different directions. Still, I liked it that way. I blinked once, and a glister of light shone from the corner of my green pupil, and stung me like a tear would sting. I looked down, and noticed the scars on my arm from the fight I had a while ago. My claws glistened in the light, making them stand out from the gray colour of my scaly skin. My name is Vince, and I was about to go out on my first date.
I looked around for a clock, panic
"Good times." My voice was cracked, but it still sounded high and sweet, like it always had. My eyes were fixated upon the family portrait which included my husband, my son and myself. I reminisced about that day, five months ago, and it was then that I walked alongside the wall, reading the other pictures, looking back at my life. I had long, curly hair and deep blue eyes that would stun a celebrity, if I met one, anyway. I heard squealing coming from the kitchen. Happy squealing. I peered into the room, and a small smile spread on my face when I saw my son playing with his father. I had a good life, a beautiful family, all we had were eac
My hair is so messy. There I was, like a statue staring at the mirror, in which my worried-looking reflection was staring back at me. My hair was chocolate coloured and it was so spiky that it shot out in many different directions. Still, I liked it that way. I blinked once, and a glister of light shone from the corner of my green pupil, and stung me like a tear would sting. I looked down, and noticed the scars on my arm from the fight I had a while ago. My claws glistened in the light, making them stand out from the gray colour of my scaly skin. My name is Vince, and I was about to go out on my first date.
I looked around for a clock, panic
"Good times." My voice was cracked, but it still sounded high and sweet, like it always had. My eyes were fixated upon the family portrait which included my husband, my son and myself. I reminisced about that day, five months ago, and it was then that I walked alongside the wall, reading the other pictures, looking back at my life. I had long, curly hair and deep blue eyes that would stun a celebrity, if I met one, anyway. I heard squealing coming from the kitchen. Happy squealing. I peered into the room, and a small smile spread on my face when I saw my son playing with his father. I had a good life, a beautiful family, all we had were eac
Curse you, liriana (https://www.deviantart.com/liriana)
COMMENT HERE AND I'LL ...
1. Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your DA page.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you the element I think you belong to (e.g. water, fire, air, etc.).
4. Tell you what comic, manga/anime, or video game character you remind me of.
5. Ask you a question, and you must answer.
6. Tell you something I like about you.
7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
9. Tell you what food/ flavor/smell you remind me of.
10. Tell you to do one in your journal too.
Well, I did it. I won another contest. I submitted an edited version of my original 'First Date' fic which I entered to SweetLhuna's competition months ago. I just got the results back, and it seems that I won.
Like a boss.
you're welcome. Two questions about your Luna the Matchmaker fic; are you currently rewriting it to add more scenes in between chapters? And are you going to incorporate Trixie in somehow? Because I've read things here and there, and also that family tree you released a while ago.
I'm revising to make the story flow better. to add in missing elements That I wanted to put in after the fact, and to edit for grammar and spellin, etc. Yes, Trixie will be showing up in the story around chapter 8 or 9.