- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- All fucking day because I have no life
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Romance, Modern, Supernatural,
It was a late afternoon and Kristabeth had just gotten off work at the local coffee shop. She'd been working 8 hour shifts 4 days a week and was exhausted. The walk home had always been the best part of her day, no matter what went on. It was something about the Autumn leaves changing colors and falling to the ground of the Whispering Woods that made her smile.
She'd made it to the mouth of the woods and made her way to the log bridge from her childhood she'd loved so much. She stepped up onto the bridge, slowly walking over as her headphones blasted Ed Sheeran in one ear and she heard the soft whispers from the floor of the woods in the other. Kristabeth took a deep breath and let the smell of the fresh water creek and musky smell of her surroundings encase her in the memories she had from the better part of her childhood. Kris heard a twig break from behind her, and only then did she let her concentration of happiness be broken. She had stumbled upon a girl, her blond hair in tangles and her face a bit confused and dingy. 'What is she doing out here? I've never seen her around.' Kris thought to herself. "Excuse me, miss. Are you okay?" Kris walked over to the girl. She didn't look much older than herself and could probably use a shower and hot meal.
She'd made it to the mouth of the woods and made her way to the log bridge from her childhood she'd loved so much. She stepped up onto the bridge, slowly walking over as her headphones blasted Ed Sheeran in one ear and she heard the soft whispers from the floor of the woods in the other. Kristabeth took a deep breath and let the smell of the fresh water creek and musky smell of her surroundings encase her in the memories she had from the better part of her childhood. Kris heard a twig break from behind her, and only then did she let her concentration of happiness be broken. She had stumbled upon a girl, her blond hair in tangles and her face a bit confused and dingy. 'What is she doing out here? I've never seen her around.' Kris thought to herself. "Excuse me, miss. Are you okay?" Kris walked over to the girl. She didn't look much older than herself and could probably use a shower and hot meal.