Chat with Chaoots!
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I'm lonely and in need to some new friends or something.
So come talk!
I don't bite, much.
They all say they don't but .....until .......bam they get ya ^,.,^
They all say they don't but .....until .......bam they get ya ^,.,^
They all say they don't but .....until .......bam they get ya ^,.,^
Hello Don't be lonely pat pat I don't have a lot of friends on forums and I've been away a long time, so I'd like to get chatting to paople on here ^^
And don't fly in anything with a Capissen 38 engine; They fall RIGHT outta the sky.
Thanks!
I've been offline for about two months, I'm trying to get my lovely circle of acquaintances and friends back. :3
Sorry if I pinged you multiple times!
I was gone for about 15 months, but came back last month and am settling back in. I never really chatted on the forums before my hiatus though.. but now I want to get my posts up! I am a pretty chatty person so hopefully it will be easy ^^
And don't fly in anything with a Capissen 38 engine; They fall RIGHT outta the sky.
Ah, I see.
This is a really random question, but would you like to read my pet Nineveh's story? :3
Sure! :)
I haven't really done a lot of work on my pets. I've only written down stories for Ritornare and Rey_Léon, although I have ideas for the others. No overlays or profiles for any of them though lol
And don't fly in anything with a Capissen 38 engine; They fall RIGHT outta the sky.
Ah, I see.
Have you taken a look at any of the stories yet? :3
Yeah, I read it. It's good, but a bit disjointed, like it jumps around a bit too much... It's a really good storyline though :)
And don't fly in anything with a Capissen 38 engine; They fall RIGHT outta the sky.
Thanks!
Would you mind taking a look at one of my many flash-fictions?
I'm debating on whether I should enter it in Scholastic...
I might need to extend it a bit though...
The Lost Letter
Gently she brushed aside a lock of overgrown pepper colored bangs to enable a proper viewing of the crumpled envelope within the palm of her arthritis stricken hand. Carefully, she inspected the old dusty envelope and did not proceed to open it until she was well aware that it was indeed addressed to her. Sure enough, it was. Her name was written with a beautiful flow and curvature with each stroke of the hand. Though the cursive looked rather familiar, she was still unsure about who could possibly be the sender. She relived the letter of its crumpled state and slowly broke its red wax seal. After adjusting her worn slightly rusted frames of her glasses, she began to read:
Dear Teaghan,
Forgive me my love, for I haven't quite enough time to sit down and write you a proper letter. Here in Vietnam, there is always a soldier in need of my medical expertise. I wish had the time to truly and sincerely write you a proper full length letter, but the duty of our great country calls and Uncle Sam is rather unforgiving of those of us to tend to shirk work.
Love,
Bartolomeu
Tears formed from her gray-blue eyes and soaked her wrinkled cheeks and her aged lips quivered ever so slightly. All this time she had developed a grudge against her beloved husband for not responding to her desperate pleas to hear from him after he was drafted. Now, she finally had her closure.
Very nice :) a few spelling errors but otherwise nicely written :)
And don't fly in anything with a Capissen 38 engine; They fall RIGHT outta the sky.
Thanks!
I might need to extend it somehow to make it slightly more dramatic. :3
Yeah, you could add a bit onto the beginning about how she came to have the letter in her hand (Was it delivered late? Did she find it in an old box of his stuff that she hadn't opened since she got it back? etc.).
And don't fly in anything with a Capissen 38 engine; They fall RIGHT outta the sky.