Queen: We Are the Champions

आप never know what आप might write do you, आप could write about your life आप could even write a कल्पना novel but the one thing people have forgotten about for years is the Dark of Writing.
Not many know about this story all the normies know is that bad things happen all the time killings, earthquakes and tornadoes and और but what starts them what starts anything.
That is what the Dark of लेखन is it's death on the happiest दिन of your life, it's प्यार when its forbidden and its a death for a new life.
But worst of all, and आप can't tell what I am about to tell आप to anyone, only the special...

My name is Clarissa. Today, our neighbors suddenly moved out, and warned us of the new neighbors moving in. Something like, "Killer. Devil. Wizard." It sure sounded creepy, and I didn't want to meet my new neighbors, but my parents, being their kind selves, कहा that they had to make a फल cake for them.
In the afternoon, when I met the woman, she कहा her name was Jainzsott. She walked a black cat. That woman must be really bad luck, I thought suspiciously. Jainzsott lived on Devil's Lane, अगला to my house. She kept her shades drawn, कहा she had two thumbs, and that she could take off...

I stood फ्रोज़न in the yard for what seemed like eternity, holding that piece of fabric. Could Brett have been taken द्वारा the wolves? I couldn't shake the image of Brett being dragged away द्वारा those beasts. I went back in the house and texted his cell. “Hey, u home? Where'd u go this morn?” I closed my phone and placed it on the table. The clock कहा it was only 7:00pm so I made a sandwich, mom had finally gone shopping, and sat in the रसोई, रसोईघर listening to the wind howl. I was enjoying the peace, when my phone rang. I jumped off the chair I was seated on and ran to the living room. I scooped...