So, I like to write.  I like it a lot, but have had a lot of difficulty doing it when I've been in school because of the pressure of using a different side of my brain I suppose.  However, upon dropping my one creative class due to inflexibility and rudeness on the part of the teacher, I knew I had to do SOMETHING creative or I'd find myself ( Read more... )

I am not weak. I am not a victim, waiting for the next predator to eat me up and spit me out. I am a fighter, a strong, competent person who has walked through hell, slogged through waist-deep shit to come out the other side and stand tall. I bear scars, some heart-deep, but I am ashamed of none of them. They are my battle-scars, each of them ( Read more... )

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(A background story- part one of many- for Sonechka, my former WoW character)

The Holy Temple, Draenor, Many, Many years ago

A Draenei child sat near a pool of shimmering water. Her horns were barely budded, dark shadows against her skin and only hinting at their future wave-like form. A beautiful little girl, her silver hair was pulled back in a ( Read more... )

(Final entry in a month-long RP thread done via forums. One of the best entries ( Read more... )

( The night had been long... )

In a dark room, deep underground, where distantly you can hear the drip-drip of water falling. The air is sickeningly heavy with a sweet, flowery perfume called "Tea Rose", and on one wall, meticulously clean, is a white sheet. On that sheet, flickering images of several silent films, edited together to make one never-ending loop. The images ( Read more... )

The next several entries are stories, roleplaying scenarios that have been transcripted into stories, or backgrounds of characters.  Mostly feel like getting something up here that's NOT bitching. *laughs*

Weighed myself tonight.  186.  Holy fucking shit!  Someone needs to hold me down, I'm in the clouds tonight.  *joyful*

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