Ichabod was anxious. And for a reason. His palms were literally dripping with sweat, making a small puddle in front of his feet. He could even see the houseflies gather around the puddle in their new swimsuits, bought especially for the event. 'Racist bastards', Ichabod thought and turned his attention to the doorknob instead. It was shaped like a ( Read more... )

heeeey. to start off, i'll post the story i, halla and lísa made WITH HELP FROM MIRIAM. it's in icelandic, sorry english types. i'll probably start a new one right after so that you can start replying, i think this one's pretty much finished ( Read more... )