Current Residence: Australia
Personal Quote: When life throws you lemons, throw them back until life coughs up something better
Old Man SmithThe trees stood clustered in the snow covered meadow, their arms wound around each other in a semblance of a loving embrace. They stood bent and dissolute, their hollowed eyes shifting from the frozen grass tips to the shabby cottage that sat in the middle of their arms. The cottage’s walls were tilted to the side; the grimy windows battered, paint peeling from over use; while the door stood proud and strong, the only untainted garment that the cottage wore. The trees shook again as the wind began to gather, their eyes automatically making out the yellow light beneath the door, their worry evident for the man who lived inside.Old Man Smith by deaths-slave-1
As the wind began to howl, the cottage stirred from its slumber, its old bones shaking ever so slightly. The door began to rattle as the clouds hung heavier in the sky, the wind screaming in horror-filled pain as it was ripped from place to place. Inside the shabby cottage, an old man sat huddled in a weathered chair, his sunken eyes staring resolutel
HichiIchi: The lost puzzle piece- PrologueHichiIchi: The lost puzzle piece- Prologue by DarkRed-Rose
July 7th, 2013
I shut the flat door quickly then I found myself running down the narrow staircase as fast as I could. My hands pushed aside the door, my last obstacle in that crazy race. Outside, the cold wind hit me, but I chose to ignore it and went searching for my bike. But it was nowhere to be found. Arseholes. It was the third time they had stolen my bike! Well, I couldn't have left that stop me.
Name: Kurosaki Ichigo. Age: 25 years old. Hair color: orange. Eye color: brown. Height: 5'11''. Weight: 145 lbs. Current occupation: writer. Hobby: photography.
That day I had to go to my editor's place to give him the manuscript and unfortunately he was living on the other side of the city. I should have arrived there at 3 pm and it was already 2:30 pm so I decided it was time for me to take a shortcut. I turned left, entering a narrow alley, my feet were running at full speed, my hands were wrapped around my manuscript tightly. If only I had my bike!