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Quote: Originally Posted by McDad thelatebloomerfinallyblooms.blogspot.com This is written by a girl in her late twenties who is exploring her sexual side after years of dormancy. Jesus, there's a comma every 5 words. Also, everything seems tainted by ...

This has "directionless kid finally found something he totally relates to" written all over it, but goddamn, I am completely in love with Friedrich Nietzsche. Does anyone in the forum have any love stories with Nietzsche? His philosophy seems to line up with this message board in some ways, I wouldn't be surprised if some people out ...

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Bad. Man. I just... there are so many problems in this for me. First, let's go over the technical stuff. Adverbs. Adverbs and adjectives. Stop it. Stop it right now. Pretty much every action is paired with an adverb and every person, place and thing with an unnecessary adjective. "Pouty lips." "Perverse smile." "Steaming ...

I voted Okay. Quote: My comments are in bold. Bathe, Don't Shower I thought getting a dog would help Michael and it did, for a while. I remember the day we went to the pound. The dog’s coat was the color of whisky, that’s the first thing I noticed about him. Mike was drawn to him because he was the only dog in there that was quiet. Plus he was ...

Is this your first blog? I'm absolutely positive I've read the bukkakee story before, I think through a link I found here a while ago. Other than that, you have some compelling material to work with. I really can't stop reading the stories right now, despite all the annoying spelling and grammar errors. I really hope you get hooked up with a good editor, because I'm loving the blog.

Nightmare The covers were held to her chest by sweaty, white-knuckled hands balled up like melting snowballs. There, again! For the third time the sound of papers shuffling or coat hangers clacking rang out just loud enough for her to hear it. The first time she heard the sound she sat up. With the second sound she felt fear like a cold rain and clutched her covers to her chest...

I never understood poetry until I got into music and songwriting. It has its own place and I occasionally write poetry, but I usually try and set it to music these days. When I was 16, I wrote the following as a love poem. I love it, because it is almost perfectly flawed. It uses stylistic figures in the most bland and formulaic way possible, it illustrates my pathetic warped and innocent view...