<p>we're not writing "the perfect story" ... add whatever you want and lets see where we take it from there! :)</p>
<p>EDIT: On the other hand, be logical. This is not harry potter and the philosopher's stone so no flying, yes. :p</p>
<p>ok I am reviving this story</p>
<p>Well...I didn't add the thing about Harry Potter! I for one, like to be origional. I added the sentence before the one about Harry Potter. Sorry though. here I'll fix it:
CHAPTER 1:
<a href="http://talk.collegeconfidential.com...72&page=8&pp=20%5B/url%5D">http://talk.collegeconfidential.com...72&page=8&pp=20</a></p>
<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2>
<p>Meanwhile, as it grew darker, Burian began to get worried about Marynia. He started to clean his four immaculate guns for the eighth time, wishing it was Marynia's soft hands that he stroked and not the sleek cold lines of his weapons. A chill suddenly came over him that he knew did not come from the piercing cold weather- something was wrong. He grabbed his guns and decided to wander the palace halls in search his love, for her pain was not worth anything, not even the death of the tyrannous president Malkov.</p>
<p>CHAPTER 1:
<a href="http://talk.collegeconfidential.com...72&page=8&pp=20%5B/url%5D">http://talk.collegeconfidential.com...72&page=8&pp=20</a></p>
<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2>
<p>Meanwhile, as it grew darker, Burian began to get worried about Marynia. He started to clean his four immaculate guns for the eighth time, wishing it was Marynia's soft hands that he stroked and not the sleek cold lines of his weapons. A chill suddenly came over him that he knew did not come from the piercing cold weather- something was wrong. He grabbed his guns and decided to wander the palace halls in search his love, for her pain was not worth anything, not even the death of the tyrannous president Malkov.</p>
<p>He could hear the ghosts of his earliest teachers snarling at his lack of professionalism--yet he could not care. Mother Russia ate her most devoted children, and he yearned to give to another whose eyes were not the cold gray of ice-swept Siberia.</p>
<p>cmon, keep the story writing going. we've got such an awesome plot so far...</p>
<p>It's kinda creepy actually. In the best way, of course :p</p>
<p>CHAPTER 1:
<a href="http://talk.collegeconfidential.com...72&page=8&pp=20%5B/url%5D">http://talk.collegeconfidential.com...72&page=8&pp=20</a></p>
<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2>
<p>Meanwhile, as it grew darker, Burian began to get worried about Marynia. He started to clean his four immaculate guns for the eighth time, wishing it was Marynia's soft hands that he stroked and not the sleek cold lines of his weapons. A chill suddenly came over him that he knew did not come from the piercing cold weather- something was wrong. He grabbed his guns and decided to wander the palace halls in search his love, for her pain was not worth anything, not even the death of the tyrannous president Malkov.</p>
<p>He could hear the ghosts of his earliest teachers snarling at his lack of professionalism--yet he could not care. Mother Russia ate her most devoted children, and he yearned to give to another whose eyes were not the cold gray of ice-swept Siberia. Tucking a gun each into his belt, boot, shoulder and hip holsters, Burian brushed off his pants and stood up. </p>
<p>(This sounds like a poorly written Cold War romance...)</p>