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Oh, yay, I no longer have a realistic time limit! Honestly, at about the time I joined here, I was already looking to the future and not wanting to appear ...

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Answer: Otherwise I can't trust myself.

Eh, what the heck. Here we go! Good luck with your blog! What genre do you write, and why? Realistic short story. Life and people are fascinating enough without the ...

#15: Caroline took a long drag and said, "I know you better than you ever wanted me to know when we kiss. And you won't ever find what you need ...

#14: I sat on the beach, dress shoes, khakis, collared shirt, and pea coat wrapped about my shivering frame. Two and a half hours from home at 12:30 a.m. What ...

#13: A year before, a dream had told me that today would be the greatest day. And I spent a year wondering if 1) this were true or 2) this ...

#12: "True romance exists only in desperation," whispered she, pressing into my back as we moved from the darkened house into temptation. Perhaps we'd be better off eternally unhappy and ...

I really don't know. #11: There's been a dust-up at the wedding about expectations or money or some such nonsense. The groom punched his newly-made father and pulled up his ...

#10: Our personal universes are not expanding, but instead collapsing in on themselves. We do not spin and throw our hands out, but instead sit and claim understanding. This is ...

15: A very peaceful death; I like it. Only, there's one part that may or may not fit in nicely in my mind. It was the ". didn't want to.)" ...

Ahhhh, butterfly stroke. Pretty sneakyyy. I'll make a public retraction of my previous statement at 11:00pm. Bon Appetit: ...I'm not sure if I want to eat meat anymore =\ On ...

Thanks, Navita! I'm glad you get my dry and occasionally reluctant humor :wink: Sometimes, I go for letting the reader and author reach the same conclusion either a) at the ...

West of Eden: I'm in love with it. It's like a fragile bauble in my hands that's bursting with life. Like, well, like a baby. If and when I visit ...

Now on a lighter (and shorter) note (finally?), #8: Regarding Quitting I'm beyond my prime, and I keep a pack of lies on me, like I keep my cigarettes. Unabashed ...