HookyGirl21

I Am A Writer: Gentlemen, today I speak to you To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community. For so long have we been considered second-class; To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists. But today is not about freedom, today is about honour, Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all... I speak of those individuals, who take art from others. Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga. It matters not where you draw your source from, But every action impacts upon us as a community. Why? BECAUSE I AM A WRITER! When I craft my works, when I write each and ev

NL: On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A cod fish falling for the bait! PE: On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Two green roofs! NL: And a cod fish falling for the bait! NS: On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Three bottles of Keith's! PE: Two green roofs! NL: And a cod fish falling for the bait! NB: On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Four bilinguals! NS: Three bottles of Keith's! PE: Two green roofs! NL: And a cod fish falling for the bait! QC: Au cinquième jour de Noël, mon amour m'a envoyé: Cinq maudits Anglais ! NB 

"Hello." Quebec turned his head to look at the person who had spoken. The taller blond man sent him a bright smile, which Quebec responded to with a raised eyebrow. Before Quebec could even open his mouth to reply to him however, the Frenchman had continued on. "I love you." Blinking in surprise at the sudden conffesion, a small blush appeared on his cheeks. He didn't get how some man he didn't even know could just walk up to him and say that. He opened his mouth to tell him he had mistaken him for someone else, but was once again interrupted by the Frenchman. "Won't you tell me your name?" Ah, that's how it was. Frowning in annoyance at