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Rosendorn
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Wed Dec 31, 2008 4:00 pm
Rosendorn says... · Wed Dec 31, 2008 4:00 pm
Why
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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silverSUNLIGHTx
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Wed Dec 31, 2008 6:53 pm
silverSUNLIGHTx says... · Wed Dec 31, 2008 6:53 pm
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--->Don't forget we've got unfinished business. Stories yet to unfold, tales that must be retold.
-Alex Gaskarth




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Rosendorn
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Wed Dec 31, 2008 6:57 pm
Rosendorn says... · Wed Dec 31, 2008 6:57 pm
What
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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Gahks
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Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:42 pm
Gahks says... · Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:42 pm
Where
"Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself." William Faulkner.

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Rosendorn
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Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:55 pm
Rosendorn says... · Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:55 pm
Knew it
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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LilyJamey
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Rosendorn
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Thu Jan 01, 2009 1:46 pm
Rosendorn says... · Thu Jan 01, 2009 1:46 pm
Smart Alec
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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Gahks
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Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:17 pm
Gahks says... · Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:17 pm
Robot
"Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself." William Faulkner.

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Rosendorn
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Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:23 pm
Rosendorn says... · Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:23 pm
Reboot
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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LolitaRose
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Rosendorn
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Fri Jan 02, 2009 11:13 pm
Rosendorn says... · Fri Jan 02, 2009 11:13 pm
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A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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cooldude19967
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Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:50 pm
cooldude19967 says... · Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:50 pm
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Ready and willing to rip your work to shreds! (That is if you want it) Check out my "will review for food" thread.

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Alice
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Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:56 pm
Alice says... · Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:56 pm
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I just lost the game.




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Winter's Twelfth Night
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Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:18 am
Winter's Twelfth Night says... · Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:18 am
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Mamillius: Merry or sad shall’t be?
Hermione: As merry as you will.
Mamillius: A sad tale’s best for winter. I have one
Of sprites and goblins.
The Winter's Tale




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WaterVyper
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Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:45 am
WaterVyper says... · Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:45 am
Help.
There once was a cat.
He wasn’t particularly fat.
Fuzzy was his favorite mat.
And really, that was that.

Oh, but did you really think so?
Keep reading, it’s just the start of the show!
And as for how far this tale will go…
Well, even the cat doesn’t know.



“Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number. Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you— Ye are many—they are few.”
— Mary Shelly