PrincessFoo

@emerald-flyer Well, hello, fellow dragon! I is Dragon Snapper, terror of chairs, phone and lover of ice cream.
Do you like galaxies or nebulae better?

@aislinn-mollisong Heya! Sorry I’m late. 😛 Welcome to KP! What’s your favorite between the two: mountains or oceans?

@salome01w4g I saw the totality! It was jaw-dropping, super-amazing!!!!!!! I just…I don’t think that I can do justice to the incredibility of it all. The corona, the color! AAHHH!

Hi everyone! To answer all of your questions:
Jess – I started writing when I was maybe 7? My books weren’t very good, though, and I never finished them!
Kate and Emma Flourney – Thank you! Aislinn is not my real name, but it is my alias I use whenever I sign up for anything.
Daeus – My stories are about a world called Leifer, where there are…[Read more]

@salome01w4g @Emily Thank you! Y’all are so encouraging!

@salome10w4g @Emily Thank you! Y’all are so encouraging!

@Shannon Oh, thank you very much! *beams*

@ryanna Hi! Welcome and thrice welcome to the bestistest place on the internet! I trust you shall enjoy your time here, very muchly. 🙂

‘Ello, @Ryanna! I’m glad you could join us. I can see by your profile pic you like books. Yay! Books! *throws confetti* And you have a very pretty name, btw. 😀

Ok, that was a lot of cut-and-pasting. *wipes brow* I’ll tag some folks, and I’m going to miss some, so I apologize in advance to them.
@Christi-eaton @kate-flournoy @ethryndal @shannon @Emily @winter-rose @that_writer_girl_99 @graciegirl (Help, I’m running out of tags!) @catwing @CK4always And Hannah, I forgot your tag! I will have to get your…[Read more]

Ok, that was a lot of cut-and-pasting. *wipes brow* I’ll tag some folks, and I’m going to miss some, so I apologize in advance to them.
@Christi-eaton @kate-flournoy @ethryndal @shanon @Emily @winter-rose @that_writer_girl_99 @graciegirl (Help, I’m running out of tags!) @catwing @CK4always And Hannah, I forgot your tag! I will have to get your…[Read more]

Addy never left the hospital again.

Theresa stood in her attic, staring at the unfinished picture of Addy. When she closed her eyes, she could still see the inscription on the gravestone: ‘Adaline Lewis, 2009-2017. Rest in peace.” She was struck by the emptiness of her painting, like Addy was standing alone in a field of white. Suddenly, she…[Read more]

Theresa sat in her attic one pale winter’s evening. She was painting Addy, the way she imagined she’d be if she wasn’t sick. She painted her with bouncing blonde curls and freckled cheeks. Not the way she was now, with her hair that fell out more and more each day, and her hollow, sunken cheeks. The words ‘cancer,’ and ‘chemotherapy’ had been whis…[Read more]

studying the trap door in the ceiling. It took her a moment to realize what was so strange about it. Grandma didn’t have an attic.
Theresa smiled.
There was a cord hanging from it, but it was short and Theresa had to climb on a chair to reach it. But when she pulled it, and the stairs folded down, she knew she had found the attic a…[Read more]

studying the trap door in the ceiling. It took her a moment to realize what was so strange about it. Grandma didn’t have an attic.
Theresa smiled.
There was a cord hanging from it, but it was short and Theresa had to climb on a chair to reach it. But when she pulled it, and the stairs folded down, she knew she had found the attic a…[Read more]

“Theresa!” Mom’s voice came from downstairs. She sounded worried. “Theresa, where are you?”
“Mom, Mom!” Theresa ran down the attic stairs, more excited than she had ever been in her whole life. “Mom, guess what I found in the attic!” she cried as she ran into the living room.
Mom was holding Addy, the youngest sister, who had fallen asleep on…[Read more]