Pompadour

The Equator in Zhulong : Crap, crap, and more crap Belonging, transformation, powerlessness.

5/10 Don't know if I would continue reading this one or not--while the first sentence does introduce a setting, [1] it doesn't hint at why this setting is important (alternatively, ...

1. 2. 3. apologies for lateness! and thank you for waiting

yo, can i still sign up for this?

they press down on your knuckles and your veins pop. your veins pop. and they say we see you are frightened, we see you are afraid, but you gurgle through ...

Exorcist: Help Wanted, Dead or Alive.

The sun swelled in her belly.

The title reminds me of Chaos Walking , except that I'm iffy about whether or not Chaos is meant to be possessive, and 'edge' is a word that comes off ...

me as well!

the sea is lamplit, star- scattered; its dunes heav- ing and breathing in eternal poisoned blue. in a tempestuous graveyard, fish flicker their feet; corpses go on living where they ...

Username: Pompadour Guest Judge?: Can't! Internet issues shall be the blight of me. Poem Title: morning has wrung out her sleeves Copy of Poem: morning has wrung out her sleeves ...

Heh, this'll take a while. Oscar Wilde's poetry. I love his plays, but his poetry and I do not get along. Most of Paulo Coelho's work I can't stand, except ...

I feel like this is likely to be either a Juvenile fantasy or YA fantasy novel, with a literal spin on the title (or perhaps something that links to art ...

'Sun's lighting candles? Damn it--Icarus!'

This is youngKelm from my novel, Tryal's Curse. Bad camera will take bad pictures, okay? A relatively more decent picture: