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Acid_Fairy

  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: My angle in heaven

    i clamber through the hole in the old wood fence. my oasis of calm. in here, beetween the meandering passageways and pink blossom trees, you can't hear the roaring of ...

    Apr 27, 2005
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: i dont have a title(help me out)

    i think you should do maybe a prologue and describe what happened that night. it would quite effective if you did that part in the present tense, and then switched ...

    Apr 27, 2005
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: sadness

    hmm... it wasn't really intended as non-fiction, but i see what you mean. thanks for the ponts guys!

    Apr 25, 2005
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: sadness

    When nothing else in the world matters, and all you can do is wait. wait for the worst you know is going to happen. Wondering if you will ever see ...

    Apr 24, 2005
  • Other Poetry Re: popularity

    i think it's good! the improvments i had were pretty much covered by others. i do like the last line of your signature poem too though!!! fairy ;-P

    Apr 20, 2005
  • Welcome Mat Re: Warthog In A King Prawn Suit Is Alive

    niteowl- thank you!

    Apr 20, 2005
  • General Fiction Novels Re: Smoke and dust 11 - Nudith

    that was really great! are you going to post a second part? i really want to know more! It was creepy, and Nudith reminded me slightly of that girl from ...

    Apr 19, 2005
  • Welcome Mat Re: Warthog In A King Prawn Suit Is Alive

    Hey Warty! this Devil 62 from TYWC! i wondered where you'd gone. good to see you. you too Matt Bellamy! Fairy ;-P

    Apr 19, 2005
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Hourglass

    i thought it was very good. a little confusiong, but good...are you sure you're 11? fairy ;-P

    Apr 19, 2005


Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
— Enid Bagnold