December, 1912: One stormy, frost-bitten night, a mysterious artefact arrives at the door of Rosedale House, home of retired soldier and antiques collector Sir Alfred Ashworth, and his family, which includes his sincere wife Agnes, his clever, attractive daughter Alexandria, her shy brother Thomas, Alexandria's dashing fiancee Johnathan and their loyal servants. But what seems like a worthless old jewellry box actually holds a terrible curse which threatens to enact a merciless revenge for an
A guide to the path of healing and true healthy mental perspective from a mentally ill person. The path to recovery.
What if Jack Frost had a son? Also named Jack? What if you met him? What would he be like? What would he look like? Would he be nice? Would he be cold like his father? Think he has daddy issues? Maybe? Read this to see the real Jack Frost Junior.
werfen Sie einen Blick auf meine Gedichte aus Zeiten, der Trauer, des Schmerzen, der Liebe und des Glücks, der Sehnsucht...
Read to fined out!!! The title should be enough of a hint of what might or might not go on. I'm sorry I'm not giving anything away but I hate spoilers :)
Jen isn't sleeping. She blames it on the hot, summer nights, but what's the real cause of her sleeplessness. Find out where Jen's search for her hero takes her.
So I made this short story in 2010 when I meet this girl ONCE at work, and thought 'She looks... rather young. Wonder how old she is?' Then a year and a half later we ended up working together. Anyway, finding this story now in 2014 shocked me a little because I was an idiot (still am) and I like to know what you guys think of it. Be trustful, be serous, be mean even, because I've been aiming to become a writer since 2008. And thanks for reading. :D There's no full version, That's it.
For wattpad fans and those who only just now started reading. Yes there will be updates until it is finished and I may only leave this up for a little while after I am done with it.
December, 1912: One stormy, frost-bitten night, a mysterious artefact arrives at the door of Rosedale House, home of retired soldier and antiques collector Sir Alfred Ashworth, and his family, which includes his sincere wife Agnes, his clever, attractive daughter Alexandria, her shy brother Thomas, Alexandria's dashing fiancee Johnathan and their loyal servants. But what seems like a worthless old jewellry box actually holds a terrible curse which threatens to enact a merciless revenge for an
A guide to the path of healing and true healthy mental perspective from a mentally ill person. The path to recovery.
What if Jack Frost had a son? Also named Jack? What if you met him? What would he be like? What would he look like? Would he be nice? Would he be cold like his father? Think he has daddy issues? Maybe? Read this to see the real Jack Frost Junior.
werfen Sie einen Blick auf meine Gedichte aus Zeiten, der Trauer, des Schmerzen, der Liebe und des Glücks, der Sehnsucht...
Read to fined out!!! The title should be enough of a hint of what might or might not go on. I'm sorry I'm not giving anything away but I hate spoilers :)
Jen isn't sleeping. She blames it on the hot, summer nights, but what's the real cause of her sleeplessness. Find out where Jen's search for her hero takes her.
So I made this short story in 2010 when I meet this girl ONCE at work, and thought 'She looks... rather young. Wonder how old she is?' Then a year and a half later we ended up working together. Anyway, finding this story now in 2014 shocked me a little because I was an idiot (still am) and I like to know what you guys think of it. Be trustful, be serous, be mean even, because I've been aiming to become a writer since 2008. And thanks for reading. :D There's no full version, That's it.
For wattpad fans and those who only just now started reading. Yes there will be updates until it is finished and I may only leave this up for a little while after I am done with it.