2000 page views!You know what would be great though!? It would be great, if the, apparently massive, ammount of people looking at my stuff would leave me some comments on it. They don't have to be good ones!
I can handle the truth.
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by ~CaulfieldRocks
TransformationRealization hit him suddenly and unexpectedly the moment he arose from the snowy ground.Transformation
Not human.
Not anymore. Nothing looked quite the way it used to, even the stars seemed to hold new dimension, so pronounce he felt he could swat them from the sky with the swipe of his index finger. The sky! It was only partly visible tonight, and the clouds too held new depth, as each cluster of vapor rippled and writhed as if within the belly of some great beast. How curious. Just then, a new, more shocking realization hit him. He wasn't breathing, nor did he feel the need to draw breath. How very strange. His chest did n
by ~CaulfieldRocks
Cigarettes"You know smoking will kill you." The brown haired boy smiled, taking a long, heavy drag on his cancer stick, eyes still alight from their previous bout of love making. He flicked a bit of ash into the ashtray. 'Love making' of course, is not what Symon would have ever called it. He didn't believe in love. "Okay, Mr. Hypocrite. I'll stop when you stop." "Yeah? It doesn't affect me that way. In fact, I could stop this second." "Then why do you bother?" said the boy, as he flicking his usually perfect, straight hair out of his eyes. Hair, which was now curled and matted from sweat. From being held onto as they had passioCigarettes
by ~CaulfieldRocks
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Tiphlos' DeathTiphlos threw himself at Nerant, fighting the tears welling in his eyes.Tiphlos' Death
The older elf barely caught him and they both stumbled backwards until Nerant’s knees hit the bed and they tumbled onto it. “Ti? What’s wrong?” “He knows,” he sobbed, clinging to his lover. “My father…knows. And he’s…making me…marry.”
“Shhh. It’s okay. We’ll be okay. We’ve talked about this, remember? We’ll be okay.” He smoothed Tiphlos’ blond hair, his heart pounding in his throat. Yes, they had talked about what they would do if the king forced Tiphlos to
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Romance is cliche, seduction is an art.
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My friends..soon you shall drip precious ruby...
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Romance is cliche, seduction is an art.
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I don't profess to be good, I profess to enjoy what I create. (Me.)
On Writing: More like scotch, less like Kool-Aid. (Again, me.)
"He has the right to criticize, who has the heart to help." -Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865).
Thanks for the awesome feedback and for watching me in return. You have no idea how nice it is to finally get some constructive criticism in this place.
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Romance is cliche, seduction is an art.
And your response to the two pieces I put up, if any, would be fine. If 'I like this' is what you honestly think, then put it up there, it will still be meaningful. Don't feel the need to limit yourself. Be polite (or private and a note if you feel your comments or feedback could cause controversy) but don't limit yourself.
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I don't profess to be good, I profess to enjoy what I create. (Me.)
On Writing: More like scotch, less like Kool-Aid. (Again, me.)
"He has the right to criticize, who has the heart to help." -Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865).
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Romance is cliche, seduction is an art.
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