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  • Scripts Re: Blooming Bruises

    *Leah is a young, healthy girl with thick limbs and strong muscles. Her hair is a deep brown, her eyes dark like pools of oil. She is not overweight nor ...

    Nov 14, 2005
  • Other Poetry Re: A Pondering Moment

    Lovely, wholesome little diddy about adolescence, hmm? I enjoyed it, and you tackled the subject without having to delve into the angst and loneliness factor that would have made this ...

    Nov 13, 2005
  • Fantasy Short Stories Re: Ayperi- Child of Wind

    Ayperi tightened the sash around her waist, her knuckles white with the effort. A soft jingle sounded as she finished the knot, giving her hips an experimental sway to be ...

    Nov 12, 2005
  • Narrative Poetry Re: Flesh Ocean

    Before reading please understand I am very fond of free verse poetry, and I often don't rhyme. I'm fully aware that only half my poem follows any rhyme scheme, but ...

    Nov 12, 2005
  • Narrative Poetry Re: Hott.

    I enjoy your subject matter in some respects, though I feel as though you are entertaining a double standard that leaves you just as judgemental as the class of teens ...

    Nov 12, 2005
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Your Eyes

    I happen to really love free verse. It's refreshing when poetry doesn't have to be constrained by rhyme or meter, but can just BE what it was intended to BE, ...

    Nov 12, 2005
  • Welcome Mat Re: Supplication is welcome!

    To address all replies in kind-- Niteowl, as you should know there are often connotations to words that are not listed in a dictionary because they are meanings that have ...

    Nov 12, 2005
  • Welcome Mat Re: Supplication is welcome!

    Hello and hallo and halos. I didn't read any of the other welcome posts, so I'm probably just rambling on pointlessly. Anyways, I've posted the first of my stories before ...

    Nov 11, 2005
  • Romantic Short Stories Re: Seafoam - Lifting the Velvet Curtain of Fear

    ------------------- 1 The stretch of beach before me was pulsing with a soft, vermilion glow, the sand seeming alive as it gave way to the gentle imprint of my foot. ...

    Nov 11, 2005


One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.
— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World