glimpses shared by our authors
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But, what do you REALLY want to do? WRITE A SCREENPLAY. Why? IT WILL BE A WAY TO MAKE MONEY, THROUGH SOMETHING I WANT TO DO. What can you do ... read more -
A Bat Sings: Hi, Hi! maria_witch1995@yahoo.com here again. Mail me your more detailed opinions if really want another page of this because, just like The Red Bed, this story was ... read more -
A new year is about to begin... I hope that the heartbreaks from the previous few will subside...that I will forgive myself for my foolishness and move on from what ... read more -
The monk also owned normal instruments, like simple knife blades, needles--all sizes-- and a pair of scissors. "What are you going to do with those?," Shiki wished to know. No ... read more -
There was no light, he had to go with instinct. But, being the weak helpless human he was, he could barely do anything. He tripped over bones and skulls and ... read more -
The dirt of the grave seemed freshly dug. Shiki watched in silence as the brown hill kept rising. Until something, like a bone, came out of it. It was a ... read more -
But then Cassy couldn't have one. Dang it, his mind was stuck on Cassy and he wasn't getting that much pleasure watching the kids play anymore. A man walked up ... read more -
The Red Bed: Whoever requesed another page of this or whoever reads this, please mail me at maria_witch1995@yahoo.com. I dislike about this site that we can't communicate with each other... read more -
She had never found pleasure in the mundane things everyone else deemed pleasurable. Sex for example was one of those things she did when she was drunk or bored or ... read more -
It take hours for me to look like Miss. Lizabeth thinks I should. My corset is pulled so tight, I had to skip dinner to fit in it. I can't ... read more
