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AGE:
33
LOC: Essex, MD
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: June 05
LOC: Essex, MD
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: June 05
About me? Let’s see…
I a 32 year old, black female. I live in Maryland and I’m the mother of a 10 year old boy.
Hmm? What else? I’ve been writing since I was 13 years old and have just started posting the majority of my work on Fanfiction.net. It appears to be a little easier when you start with a character that people are already familiar with.
However, I have found that in the fanfiction world, I prefer to write AU stories. I like the ability to create who and what my characters are. It’s the closest to writing a completely original story without thinking of what a character looks like.
I write for fun; it is both my passion and my albatross. I really don’t have the desire to be published, though most people…
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The guilt won't let me go. No matter what I try I can’t escape from it. Pushing their faces out of my mind doesn’t help. Neither does solely concentrating on how much fun we had partying together. Thinking about the things that Adam's done to them doesn’t make me feel any better, either. I'd love to just live in the moment, use the memories to keep me company. But now? Fuck. This is exactly why I hate the goddamn news. Those fuckers always wanna bring up some shit that sho...
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“Fuck.” I manage to pant out as a satisfied smile tugs at the corners of my lips. It was amazing. She was amazing. Since Adam was going to be gone for awhile and he told me to start without him. He wanted me to be the first to christen the cabin. And, I went all out for this one. It is a special occasion, after all. But, no matter how much me and my guest have done, there’s still so much we can do. She’s quiet now, sitting on the corner of the mattress with her knees ...
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The apple smell becomes more prominent once I roll over. Sleep has been damn near impossible tonight and Leah’s fruit scented shampoo interrupts the light slumber I’ve been wrestling with for the past hour. It smells good though; fresh and soft, like she is, but it’s still unsettling. Opening my eyes, I let them settle on her blonde hair and sigh. There is no good reason for me to be awake right now. Between work, checking out the cabin, dinner, then coming back here and mak...
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The humidity is like a blanket over my nose. It’s hard to breathe and the mold and dust in here isn’t making it any easier. There’s a window in the far corner, but I can’t really get to it, unless I move all of the wooden chairs piled in front of it. Judging from how old this place is, I doubt if it’ll even open. But, it’s too damn hot in here not to try. I step carefully across the room because most of the floor boards are weak. Wonder what’s underneath this place? Probably a crawl space, bu...
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There’s something about red that gets under my skin. I hate red. It fucks me up. I don’t know why, either. It’s just something about it. It’s no wonder that I hate variations of it, like fucking pink. And adding hints of yellow, orange, and blue to make peach and cotton candy? It makes my stomach hurt. I can normally ignore it, though. It’s not like it’s as bad as red. But, it’s still there. The red…it’s always there. That’s another reason why Leah’s dorm room drives me insane. Leah’s room lo...
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Oh, that's sad. Reminds me of Legends of the Fall when Tristen comes back from sea to find Julia Ormonds character married to Alfred. Even though he knew that it was his fault for being gone so long, and she's happy and moved on, it still hurts to know what they gave up. This gives me the same emotions. My only concern is the amount of run on sentences and uses of semicolons where there should be a new sentence. I think some careful punctuation editing would clean that right up. Great job!
How cute. I love the southern accent and the broken deep south speak. Really leads to the poverty stricken area and the narrator's lack of education. Not that people from the south aren't smart, but you get what I'm saying. As far as the way it was written, the only thing I had to reread was when he was talking to the kid. Since when he was talking to him there were no quots, I thought at first he was reflecting on it. Then I read it again and it appeared he was talking to someone. You may wa...
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