Gingersanps

The highway was strewn with a mat of tangled steel and broken glass. Truly, it was horrible. There had been a car crash 1 month earlier and a woman had died. Nobody thought to clean up the mess. I felt sorry for her family and friends, but knew I must keep my focus on the road ahead of me. There had been too many car accidents lately. There had been too much death on this highway alone. I looked at the road ahead of me, focussed on the car in front of me. It was a green Ford Falcon. Suddenly, a bird swooped low over my car. I jumped in my seat, but the bird wasn’t hit. Later that night I got to my destination – my Aunt Erica&rsqu

Mr. and Mrs. Pickle were a peeling couple in their mid-seventies. The two lived together in a forlorn cerulean barn, accompanied by swine, cows, chickens, and a lustrous apple orchard. The setting was torn straight from a rural picture: miles of stretching emerald pasture, toothbrushes of wheat, and the occasional unwelcome, weedy visitor. The Pickles' aging home was located miles from the boisterous city in an attempt to escape from the rapidly expanding technological era the world seemed to be thrown into. Unfortunately for Mr. Pickle, he and his wife still had to stop by the city's library every so often to keep in touch with relatives an

Angsty Sue: This type of Sue is created for people to feel bad for because of some dark past. Every other character in the story (unless they're mean or spiteful) will always make the Sue’s angst the biggest issue in the story and the fact that she constantly dwells in her own self pity will be considered a “natural reaction”. If two characters both have traumatic experiences, the Sue will receive more attention no matter what. The main goal of these is often to have the OC cuddle with a canon character. Example one: Fred has just had his leg chopped off and will die if he does not receive medical attention immediately, but

Sunday, November 3 1709. Portsmouth England, Great Britain --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Of all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company,
 And of all the harm that e'er I've done, alas it was to none but me…” With large, brown eyes a young girl, skinny, dressed in tattered rags, marred by scrapes, and with hair cut short so that she may seem a boy, watched the storm rage outside through the cracks in the walls of the shanty that she called home. She watched the lighting, blue and white and sizzli