Top Jazz Feylynn Quotes

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within...

One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight.Keys up, Keys down,Move those digits all around.One two, one two, Type a word or two.

The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.

Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

My eyes hunger to read more books then time allows me to devour.

Butterfly upon my hand, A voice of wonder within my mind, not my own but the butterfly's.

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around the twisting tongue.

The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey,created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.

I swear it looked like she wanted her words to slither around us and go out the door unheard.

Miranda Writes: Anything you say or do may be used for or against you within a story by a writer

His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.

Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

Real women don't love the richest guy in the world they love the guy who can make their world the richest.

A spiritual journey is becoming what one has always meant to be-come and always was. One with God's Spirit.

Off Spruce, there was a little known trail. A savage gulley wound through acreage of older residential homes that met up with Green Rock Drive. A natural bouquet gust of wind assaulted me. The domesti...

Now you're being ridiculous. If your mom changed into a carrot, I'd think she'd change back before someone ate her, werewolf or not.

I got a whiff of minty fresh breath. Definitely not, what I'd expect from a wild wolf.