- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- My schedule shifts often, but I am normally available after 6 PM, some days it'll be all day long!
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Modern, Magical, Romance, Medieval, Sci-Fi, Thriller.
Cassie Nightingale
Cassie looked up at Dakota and than back to Ben. "Nah. Besides if he did like me, it wouldn't matter cause I think of him like my older brother." Cassie laughed the words out, though she did question Ben's motives of protecting her. "Anyways, lets go to the gazebo." She pulled at his arm moved along, exiting the house into her grandmother's flower garden.
The Garden was magnificently filled with bright colors like pinks, sky blues, oranges, and yellows that was juxtaposed with the deeper colors like navy blue and a deep purple. The garden was Cassie's favorite spot, besides her bedroom. The aroma's that filled her nose were not unpleasant, but in fact intoxicating her mind with happiness. Though the main piece of the Garden was the gazebo, which was made out of an old oak tree that Agatha's Grandfather planted when she was just a little girl, no older than five or six. The tree had fallen last spring and Agatha couldn't let it ago, especially since it wasn't dead, but was force down by some hikers. Staining, preserving the wood and cutting it to where she would only need to use the one other tree, that was almost identical, Agatha created the gazebo. Adding things like a vine wall that laced the posts and top of the gazebo, added a very earthy feeling to it.
Cassie smiled as she stepped up the few stairs that the gazebo had. "Welcome." She giggled a little as she took a seat on one of the four built in benches.
Cassie looked up at Dakota and than back to Ben. "Nah. Besides if he did like me, it wouldn't matter cause I think of him like my older brother." Cassie laughed the words out, though she did question Ben's motives of protecting her. "Anyways, lets go to the gazebo." She pulled at his arm moved along, exiting the house into her grandmother's flower garden.
The Garden was magnificently filled with bright colors like pinks, sky blues, oranges, and yellows that was juxtaposed with the deeper colors like navy blue and a deep purple. The garden was Cassie's favorite spot, besides her bedroom. The aroma's that filled her nose were not unpleasant, but in fact intoxicating her mind with happiness. Though the main piece of the Garden was the gazebo, which was made out of an old oak tree that Agatha's Grandfather planted when she was just a little girl, no older than five or six. The tree had fallen last spring and Agatha couldn't let it ago, especially since it wasn't dead, but was force down by some hikers. Staining, preserving the wood and cutting it to where she would only need to use the one other tree, that was almost identical, Agatha created the gazebo. Adding things like a vine wall that laced the posts and top of the gazebo, added a very earthy feeling to it.
Cassie smiled as she stepped up the few stairs that the gazebo had. "Welcome." She giggled a little as she took a seat on one of the four built in benches.