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  • transcendentalism

    (cough) final study...? so... teachers and publishers both have had problems with how my stories seem to get "stuck" in dialogue. as in not enough landscape. this stuff is hard to write, in my opinion, because it's ju…

  • excerpt

    ERIN IF YOU'RE READING THIS:i need to know if there'll be a winter concert at washington before break. ***without a sanctuary, olevi wandered the halls of the temple erratically. lectures kept her so busy throughout the …

  • melodrama

    everything i spew off now seems like garbage. unnecessary jargon. like so. like elizabeth: the golden century. (some lovely shots by the way, only it had a very weak underlying message apart from all the psychological an…

  • lines

    "...how was one supposed to say, reasonably and plausibly, that one felt like she was living on borrowed time, in a frame of flesh that by natural law shouldn't even exist? Who wouldn't recognize the nature of such a con…

  • death scene

    Trampled by a Horse Olevi pulled back instinctively, her hands tightening on the reins of her horse. Morbid—it was a terrible thing to look at, and an even worse idea to comprehend. It appeared that the tearing, bleeding…

  • really hating people right now. but then it's almost redemptive to know that people hate me too, and that at least does not bother me so much.***“Even your presence is grating on my nerves, but,” and Margo smiled with ro…

  • =)=(=)=(***“May I look at you?” “You’re blind,” Olevi said, stating the obvious. “No, no.” Rana placed her hands over Olevi’s face, stifling the younger girl’s objections. Olevi closed her eyes. For a long moment, Rana’…

  • an ongoing idea of mine for a novel is aristocratic polygamy from the pov's of two very different women. doesn't have to be set in italy. i dunno. opportunity for lots of scandal and... catty conniving and all that good …

  • excerpt

    The mercenary crouched at his side, indifferently turning over a doll in his hands, a white linen doll with a face and torso marked with charcoal, stuck full of needles. The mercenary held the cursed effigy out towards …

  • lawlz. i do love to write dammit... *** Scalus He giggled shamelessly, brought the wine to his lips as he threw his head back and showed Olevi the veins in his neck. He dropped the cup when it was empty, took Olevi's lit…