Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
Sunday, November 25, 2012
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Preys & Predators IV; Monster and Witches Chapter 27
27. Elizabeth Muriel sat in the dark in the living area of her home, nursing the half-empty glass of wine. She was brooding on the s...
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49. The journey was fast, or rather, the father and daughter only woke when they arrived at the mansion. They disembarked from the carri...
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Footprints in the trail. This tale started off as a simple “let me adapt two tales to make one.” All I did was read the summary of the b...


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