• Name: Holly McLean
• Nicknames: Holls, Devon loves calling her Blondie
• Age: 25
• D.O.B: July 10
• Place of Birth: Bronwood GA
• Zodiac: Cancer
• Ethnicity: Caucasian
Residence: Bronwood
Occupation: Ranch owner, horse trainer, author
Education: Graduated from college with an associate in Creative writing
APPEARANCE:
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 135lbs
Hair: Slightly wavy, dirty blonde that hangs to her mid back . Normally worn up in a ponytail, or a braid.
Eyes: Blue-grey
Skin: Tanned from hours in the sun
Body type: Athletic/curvish bu
What will it all become by MeekBookworm, literature
Literature
What will it all become
Please read authors notes before reading this!!
Moonlight encased the slumbering village; only brushing those that were working or couldn’t sleep and were moving quietly around their houses. Of the ones outside most avoided the moonlight to keep from giving away where they were hidden to keep watch over the only home they have ever known. Moving as quickly as his bleeding wounds would allow him; the ANBU was pushed on only by a single name repeating like a mantra in his mind. But no, he couldn’t go there. If he were to show up there she would be in danger and he wasn’t about to do that to her. Landing unsteadily in a tree,
Title: If Tomorrow Never Comes
Rating:
Fandom: Naruto
Pairings: ItachixOC
Genre: Slightly sad, sweet moments and such though
Wordcount: 5,842
Warnings: Mild language
Guide: ******* is time skip, Italics are someone talking
Summary: ;p none for you
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the cannon characters. They belong to the great Masashi Kishimoto. Meanwhile, Roraku and Mayuri belong to Chibi-kisame and Nona, along with Fubari belong to me.
I have worked really hard on this and it has taken me forever to post this but…for some odd reason I am not too proud of this work. I guess it seems too rushed to me however the call of if it&r
The Past…
Something we all know very well. Something that we all know is there no matter if you're only a moment old…or a hundred years; it's there with us in our souls, our hearts and our minds. We cling to memories like lifesaving rings thrown in a storm tossed sea. Most are claimed as "precious"; the ones that make us smile and feel good inside. Others aren't so generous. What of those? The dark memories that make our stomach clench, hearts pound and hands clench; maybe even tears form and throats tighten. If they are so bad why think back on them? Why cling to them? Simple; humans are flawed creatures.
What to do when your mind refuses