It's been almost seven years since I first joined this website, which seems hard to believe. I came back to check this place out on a nostalgic whim, and wow, the memories hit me hard.
I just wanted to let te guys know, this club really meant a lot to me. It gave me a wonderful, comfortable spazio to try to express myself, and experiment making stories with other people. It felt like we had our own little private corner of the world to play around in, and I’m grateful for that. I'll admit my Scrivere here makes me cringe a bit now, but it was so...
It all started when I was grounded and forbidden to watch any television. To think that back then I was just some crazy kid that loved a book series and searched for others that shared this adoration. I however didn't find this role playing community because of my search. No, this place and all the wonderful people that I've met along the way were met through coincidence. So thank te Teen Titans and Young Justice Fandom (Season 3 is on!). Now to get on with this letter. This essay? Whatever it is, it's going to hold a wellspring of feelings. Three to four years worth of...
Snow blanketed Chernobyl. Thin strands of smoke and embers were the only thing left of the fuoco they kept the precedente night. Blake woke up as the truck rumbled its way back home. Taylor was still asleep when he entered their room, so he took a shower, lest she scolds him.
It is Natale day. Blake never celebrated Christmas, o even knew what it was. He remembered some of the demigods at the pitt did have a small ‘celebration’. The son of Hercules decided to plan something for today. Hopefully Taylor would enjoy it. He’d also prompted others to do something today.
I joined this club four years ago, it was a time in my life when I needed friends. At first it felt too good to be true, that I did not deserve the people that resided here. Truth is, this place had the one thing that I did not know could exist online; Love. Passion kept us, this mutual Amore for Scrivere and the stories that were our childhood. Each one of te that I got to know was an experience that I would not trade for anything. In a weird sense I grew up with this club, with the many unique characters and the stories we told. I want to thank each and every one of te for the times we had...
Family¬ His Father was Adam Ivory, a key figure in the Grazer Military. Jordan is his brother, a Late teen trying all he can to protect his little brother from harm. His mother is an entirely diferent story. Sarah was a devoutee christian and loyal wife to Mark's father, yet was deeply kind...
Jesus, I haven't been to this site nor this page in a while. I've been looking at my Scrivere and, jeez... I was a horrible writer back then. This was a good group. I'm glad to have been a part of it. I don't know if any of te all will see this, but damn, I miss te guys.
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Uh so hey. It's been a while...ish. I've just started talking with Blaze again and I guess I'm just sorry that this place went to ruin. I went away because things went a bit wrong in my life and I needed to fix it but then afterwards I just didn't come back and yeah. If anyone else from way back is still on here I'd really Amore to talk to te guys and see how everyone is going.
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