Meadow the Black Rose

Tom Basil has always been such a clumsy man, a cat has nine lives – Tom has ninety. As a child he’d be the one who came home with a new injury or wound upon himself, his mother was shocked that he is still

Part 1. Intro
“It’s happened again …” The words poured out slowly and was felt with much grimace. A man sat at a wooden desk with his face in his hands as they ruffle roughly through his hair with as much

(Note: This has nothing to do with my character, nor Rp related, it was a peice of creative writing Assignment that I had to do in English which I got a “B – A”. Any feedback is welcomed!)

A red rain drop fell;

“Finally home time!” 

Rachel agreed shuffling the papers on her desk as her work colleague quickly put on her coat and swung her back over onto her back.

“Yup got plans Sarah?” Rachel asked sitting back in her

Pride.
I am more beautiful than you all,My looks go in vain.whatever I do I know I am right.I look down at you like dirt under my shoe.Lust.
One look at me and your mine.I can take and have my way with whoever I

Part 1: The Basics
1.What is your full name? Meadow the Black Rose and yours?
2.Where and when were you born? I hatched in my rider’s furry arms. As for when … Long loooooooooooong time ago
3.Who are/were y

In the dead of night while the world sleeps
I hear your sorrows and weeps,
Your time ticking … ticking …
Tick tock tick tock.

The clock strikes midnight
As I appear in wings of flight,
Taking what is

“Humans. Humans are ignorant don’t you think?, take things for granted unaware of their surroundings their fight for survival, expect everything to fall into their laps compared to the natural world, who’s eve

Roses are black
Violets are Goo
Sugar is NASTY
And I