TAWoG: Do or Die AUTHOR'S NOTEI'm putting the story on hold until further notice. I'm really sorry. I just have way too much school work, and I'm working on 3 other stories currently, as well as my "Ask Skye" series. That, and I'm just not feeling the creative flow with this story right now. Don't get me wrong I am NOT abandoning this story, just going on a very BRIEF hiatus. I can probably do a chapter here and there on the weekends (not saying I will, but I will TRY), but don't expect anything during the week.Thanks, guys! You're awesome!
TAWoG: John and Skye: Merry Freakin' Christmas!Skye waked up to her annoying alarm clock. Thank god it was Saturday. She looked at the time. Almost 11. She then remembered it was Christmas morning."Eh, I'll open presents later.....""Skye! Get up! it's Christmas!" Her little brother Jackson said as he entered his older sister's room.Damn.....Skye thought to herself. Jackson was usually a "bad" boy. He was real rough around the edges. He didn't always get the greatest grades in school. He usually wound up getting into a lot of fights, most of which Skye would pull him out of before he could seriously injure his opponent. But he sure did have one hell of a soft spot for Christmas. It was kind of odd. The whole Christmas season it's bad normal Jackson. Then on Christmas morning he all happy and good and not getting into fights........Either way, Skye wasn't complaining."Jackson, go ahead. I want to sleep some more."Oh wait. She was complaining."I don't know Skye, John and his family are coming o
Request from jayCoolip: The Murder Ch. 3Mr. Small made his way towards the bathroom. He went into the stall. A few seconds later, he heard the door fly open, and some footsteps following it. They were slow and heavy. Mr. Small thought nothing of it. The figure then banged on his stall door."Uh, sorry buddy, occupado."The figure banged again. This time, it was almost like punch."Sir, you can just use the other stalls-AHH!"The figure ripped the door open. He had a silver sword. He raised it above his head."Please don't do it! I never got to have kids!"The figure brought down the sword. Mr. Small's blood painted the walls red as the sword entered his skull. The figure fled the scene. He left the sword there, it didn't matter. He had more.Many more.Twenty minutes passed by."Where the hell is he!" exclaimed Penny as she looked at her watch."He just went to the bathroom, probably having trouble." said Gumball."The cafeteria was serving Indian Food today...." said Darwin."I think we should check it out." said Carrie."W