- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"You may as well go back to your place now. You were only really invited to make sure Timmy and I didn't make a run for it, right? Clearly those two are back together, so we're hardly going to make a great escape," grumbled Sandra as she stood beside the barbecue, hands folded over her chest as she followed the man's eyes over the scenery. It would be lovely, perfect even, if this was a normal environment. She was faking it pretty well, pretending to have forgiven Alexander... but she had fully intended on lulling him into some false sense of security, then taking his keys in the night and driving the hell out of there. However, that looked incredibly slim now Timothy and Alexander were flirting up a storm. She didn't want to be mean to Randolph, not when he'd been pretty nice, but... well, he helped Alexander clean up murder scenes and seemed indifferent to the man's behaviour. Sandra, once reminding herself of that, had no qualms about being mean.