I am going to be righting a greek mythology book if I can get some help I would sure appreciate it. I need help with characters so if your interested please fill out the character toi want to have put in the book. If toi have any ideas please send to my email. THX.
Name:
Age:
Greek Parent:
Mortal Parent:
Birthplace:
Current Living Place:
How long have toi been at Camp Half-Blood?:
Physical description:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Short Story:
Weapon of choice:
Which character would be their best friend?:
Which character would be their boy/girlfriend?:
Name:
Age:
Greek Parent:
Mortal Parent:
Birthplace:
Current Living Place:
How long have toi been at Camp Half-Blood?:
Physical description:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Short Story:
Weapon of choice:
Which character would be their best friend?:
Which character would be their boy/girlfriend?:
January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My nourriture is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I Lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s Lost her manteau and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on haut, retour au début of it. I sit at a arbre trunk, with toi on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My nourriture is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I Lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s Lost her manteau and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on haut, retour au début of it. I sit at a arbre trunk, with toi on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
she unloads his gun
She and he waits for this
he releases his love
In blue and green orbs
she gives him plus and more
A million miles away
A million years girl
In a black woven chest
he digs his nails deep
She trusts in him for what he does
live in a house in the suburbs
He kisses the pain with blood and light
sleeping it off in the morning
A million miles away
A million years girl
In her world of his
she unloads his gun
In a world of his
she covers the sun
A million miles away
A million years
A million years girl