Feylynn Quotes

Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight.Keys up, Keys down,Move those digits all around.One two, one two, Type a word or two.

His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.

Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey,created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don't think there's a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.

Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around their twisting tongue. If a tongue twister's tongue could twist, how many twists would the tongue twister's tongue twist while their tongue was a twisting.

Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around the twisting tongue.

The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

Miranda Writes: Anything you say or do may be used for or against you within a story by a writer

Butterfly upon my hand, A voice of wonder within my mind, not my own but the butterfly's.

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.

My eyes hunger to read more books then time allows me to devour.

Real women don't love the richest guy in the world they love the guy who can make their world the richest.