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~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~ ( ATJ)
~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~ ( ATJ)
(WRITER'S BLOCK OMG. I CAN'T EVEN.)
The stories people often tell about us, that we never knew but their existence will float away. Just like every word they say and we will hold hands as they fade.
I'm that weird, RaeyneTheRiott.x, girl. Remember me?
~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~ ( ATJ)
On the way, she had the feeling of humanity around. She shouldered her deer and stormed between a curtain off well hidden branches. The knife had done much more damage then she had thought.
She hid in a tree, nearly undectectable, staring at two people. One was signing, something she hadn't seen in forever.
" Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to DANCE in the RAIN"
~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~ ( ATJ)
~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~ ( ATJ)
~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~ ( ATJ)
" Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to DANCE in the RAIN"
~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~ ( ATJ)
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4
~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~ ( ATJ)
She crept out and pulled out to long, wickedly curved blades and ran in the misty lush forests. She put on her joker smile as she spent time with herself, her beautiful braided black hair hung over her left shoulder as she sat down, blending into the clovers and tall grass. She loved the feeling of the wind but something wasn't right.
She bolted up right, her hands clenched on her hilts. Impressively soft footsteps punctured the silence, somebody couldn't he's them if they had bat ears, but she heard. It was soft and quiet but impressive. She smiled and jumped into a tree, waiting for the approacher. A boy with baby blue eyes held a dagger and a bow as he stepped quietly through the forest. Maia hid, completely undetected in the trees, watching. She had been granted the nickname Shadow because of how she stalked people, and the way she could move through obstacles so easily and soundlessly.
He didn't seen to notice her but he was well armed. He was very alert so she had to stay hidden. Slowly making her way through e trees, she was finally behind him. She hung from her knees, upside down, smiling like a manic. " boo!!!" she yelled and swung herself back up before she was noticed
" Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to DANCE in the RAIN"
~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~ ( ATJ)
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4







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