I've read your posted writing and I truely thought it was awesome. I like the way you use your words. So I am going out on a limb. I have done a bit of writing that isn't fanfiction. So perhanps you would take a glance at it - if I sent you some of it?? I would love to have someone who can mold words like you to look it over.
heyy! i'm reading your book and i noticed that you haven't write something for a while.i know it needs time and you can't write whenever we want but i don't mean that.i just love your book very much and i think it's the best fanfiction from here so i'm a little worried.
hey just a thought are you collect the new moon trading cards or do you want some i have 11 cards as duplicates at present let me know so i can send and also i need your address btw did u send for one of the digital photo frames from totp mag or whichever one it was???
U R SO RIGHT jacob: then whe leah goes to bella n tells her dad shes huritng jacobs feelings she crys. n agirl sed dad my group sucks :( because we dont like bell n she said dad then why dont we just hate d h*** damn book because it is from bellas perspective. i told her dad we only hate her caracter bellas personality. Man im starting to think dad she KSteward in twifans. her name is Twilightlover Tianna.
Plus tell me what you think is it more descriptive how could I improve it's the first what you could call page in my new story.
It was around noon while I layed on the bed in my little cottage. Renesmee stayed the night with Alice.
I spent the morning just staring at the celing. I took the time to spot out that cracks that were beginning to form barely focusing on them to deep in thought.
Another one of my little angels.
Was out hunting with his brothers Jasper & Emmett.
They would be home practically any minute now.
I didn't bother turning my head, he was at laying down at my side in less than a second.
I could tell he was confused.
I could see him glaring at me in my periphal vision.
I could feel the expression on my face worried & possibly upset or anxious.
My forehead was not smooth it was crumpled. I had what Edward called a little pucker between my eyes hinting the confusing, & my mouth was twisted into what could only be a frown.
He didn't bother talking. He wrapped his arm around my waist & rested his hand under my head as he turned me to face him.