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AGE:
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LOC: Newnan, GA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 30
LOC: Newnan, GA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 30
3/29/02 Story added: “From the Heavens the Stars Fought”
3/23/08 First of all, thanks to everyone that has read and reviewed my stories. I’m going to be turning off reviews for a while so I can build up my credits and do some rewrites of my stories. I’ll most likely be putting some new stuff up soon, as well as new versions of “Those Old Midwinter Cliches” and “That the Sword of Enthusiasm.” I hope you’ll all check out my upcoming stuff! Thanks!
Also, any writers out there need to sign up for NaNoWriMo! It’s a fun, quantity-not-quality exercise to write 50,000 (Yes, 50,000!) words in the month of November. Check out nanowrimo.org If you do, make sure to look me up! I’m A Silly Lady Novelist over there too. (No underscor…
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I am forever frozen in words.
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The onset was swift, the shade of the palm tree fading into a small tent set by a gurgling river. A young boy swung a hammer, beating on a piece of metal. A girl around the same age, her eyes the unusual color of jade, crept into the tent, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck and causing him to drop the hammer. He whirled around in the surprise, then smiled at the girl. Just as he was about to stroke a stand of her glossy hair, a sword appeared in his chest, seemingly going straight threw...
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Brody slid into the first seat he saw, wanting to get settled before the doors shut and the stragglers were forced to miss the class. He was at the end of the row; to his right was a girl with her red hair pulled in a bun so tight Brody imagined it was pulling the skin away from her scalp. She gave him a cursory glance, and for the hundredth time that day Brody felt himself not belonging. The professor hurrumphed and thirty pairs of eyes honed in on his face. “Welcome to Philosophy 101. My ...
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Earl wiped down the counter for what seemed like the hundredth time, even though there had been no actual business to get it dirty. Most men would have given up and gone home already; trying to sell ice cream during a New York snow storm was like trying to sell a skateboard to an arthritic grandmother. Not totally impossible, but not a business one could really rely on to bring home the bacon, either. Still, Earl Anson Golding III, owner, proprietor, and sole employee of Earl’s Swirls Ice Cr...
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I really like this because it offers so many possibilities. To me, it shows the desperation that most writers have to have their work shown, no matter if they benefit from it or not. I think it might make a little more impact if you didn't capitalize sell; it makes soul seem more important. Good job with it though!
This is odd and weird and bizarre and yet I love it. The guy constantly thinking of algebra references was awesome, particularly the one at the end (and your title is really eye catching!), and the way it relates to the story. You really gave a nice flash of the character in such a short amount of space, but I kind of wish you'd explained why algebra is David's life. Anyway, nice story!
Oooh, I really like this one. It's clear in one it means, yet there's a world of possibility behind the words. Nice job!
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