These [poems and short stories] are from the heart and head.
* i want to be the wind, free from the confines of life, able to flow over obstacles, and to make sweet birds soar. <3 * I'm editing stories now. So, if you want me to edit your work then message me. I will be editing up to two stories at a time though. It will be "first in; first served". [List of Stories Edited/Being Edited by me] >LadyOfSorrow - Josie's Final Decision< >bumblebae - Diary Of An Assassin< >AspiringWriter1994 - Red< Warnings: Any allergies to fandom talk will be aggravated by this Wattpader. That includes Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Castle, and much more. Also, if you are sensitive to criticism, I apologise in advance - I will offend you at some point. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger though... "You know that in nine hundred years of time and space and I've never met anybody who wasn't important before." - The Doctor <3
Description: Creepers have two identifiers: One, they hiss. Two, they have turquoise eyes. Why are they feared? They are the walking dead. How did this happen? Let's hope Rebecca, a surviving teenager, can find out before the creepers chase her down.
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