Lindsay Dewolfe
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| hockey fan | occasional writer | skyrim |
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You’ve finally done it; you’ve given into the craze and bought yourself a cricut (or any other brand, such as the Janome artistic edge). Don’t worry- I can promise it’s just as addicting as it looks, and certainly not as hard as it looks!
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Lifehack
Pirate Hunters
“Captain, we’re under attack!” John tries to shout, but the high winds make it hard for his captain to hear. Nonetheless he could see it with his own eyes, and feel the rumbling of the ship as he braced himself for impact. He quickly regained his posture, and turned towards John.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Families
Weird Things I Believed as a Kid
So, we all believe strange things we’re told as a kid. Sometimes, we have a different understanding of what things mean, or we believe in silly fables, myths, and tales. Some of these things you might think “hey, I thought that too!” But for the most part, I’d be surprised if you did. So here are a few of the strange things I believed when I was a kid. After you read them, I’m sure you’re going to think: jeez, what a strange kid!
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Confessions
Writer's Block
“So. What’re you here for?” “Hmm?” she looked up from her phone to see a young man staring at her intently. “I asked why you were here” the man repeated. Despite the waiting room being empty, he had chosen to sit directly next to her. She was a little confused and taken aback by his sudden appearance and interest in her.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Humans
Average
He stood on the top of the hill, eyeing his phone with anger. There was no service; not even one bar. Not that it even mattered; the battery was dead anyway. The man was almost certain it was approaching sunset, but with the overcast sky, it made it impossible to tell what time of day it was, much less in which direction was north or south. There were two directions to go; one being a seemingly never ending two lane road way that disappeared into some trees in the distance, and in the other direction, the road snaked its way through lumpy hills. He could hear what sounded like a two-stroke chainsaw in the distance, though he could not be sure in which direction it was coming from.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Criminal
In December
The chilly winter air whipped violently around her, causing her light blonde hair to venture in all different directions. The snow came down slowly, coating the mostly empty parking lot with a thin white layer. She slowed her walk ever so slightly, heart pounding in anticipation at the thought of the conversation she was about to have. Nothing about this was normal; this was completely uncharted territory for the young girl.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Humans
Breaking Benjamin: A Band With A Story to Tell
I won't lie, my taste of music is all over the map. From heavy metal and hard rock, to fiddle music and jazz, there's not much I won't listen to. I typically take an interest in the lyrics, and the stories being told in the songs I listen to (for example, I recently expanded my horizons into rap when my boyfriend introduced me to Machine Gun Kelly). But, that's not what my purpose is today. Today, I want to showcase songs from one of my all time favorite bands, Breaking Benjamin.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Beat
