The Gunslinger

III. The gunslinger had figured, after an hour or so, he had simply imagined the barn. The horse’s attitude wasn’t making much of a difference. He had the sudden feeling ...

II. The morning was quieter. The dim lighted rectangle had become a bright mixture of clean scents and breakfast by the time he had came to. The floor was cold ...

This is the beginning, that I have so far, of my novel 'The Daisy'. Read, love it, review it, hate it, tear it apart. I don't care. I need comments. ...

I really, don't know what to make of that-- and that's not a compliment. To me, it's like what light waves do. They diffract. That's what the poem did, it ...

Politcs is the only thing I can suggest. But then again, even if you added that, it'd still seem cliche.

It was slightly confusing in the beginning, with all the breaks and such. It got confusing at the end with all the names, but I managed. It was interesting, slightly, ...