I write short parts of stories, that in my head, I have the entire book playing through my head like a movie on uber fast forward. In this manner I create within others the horrible urge to beat the rest of the story out of me... or at least I hope I do. I am in my twenties. I have a family, but I don't write about them. I am greedy that way. They are mine and mine alone. I don't want to share. I write about anything that has nothing to do with me, sometimes the unexpected and sometimes a different version of what hundreds of others have written hundreds of times. Hope you enjoy at least some of it.
Friday, October 23, 2009
About the Blogger.
I write short parts of stories, that in my head, I have the entire book playing through my head like a movie on uber fast forward. In this manner I create within others the horrible urge to beat the rest of the story out of me... or at least I hope I do. I am in my twenties. I have a family, but I don't write about them. I am greedy that way. They are mine and mine alone. I don't want to share. I write about anything that has nothing to do with me, sometimes the unexpected and sometimes a different version of what hundreds of others have written hundreds of times. Hope you enjoy at least some of it.
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fantasy,
love,
passion,
poetry,
short stories,
short story,
time,
vampires
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