I feel not the need to tell you my name or my age. They are irrelevent to my purposes. I'm here because I want you to read what I write. I hope you laugh the loudest laughs, think the deepest thoughts, and cry the hardest sobs. I hope you carry my words with you, if not for what they meant but for the emotions they created within you. That is my aim- not to create a piece of writing, not to write it for your enjoyment, but to put every piece of my soul into what I write. If you have a soul formed similar to mine, I beg of you now to heed my words with every thought you can muster, and that pehaps when it is over, and all is done, you can take a bit of my soul with you. To the authors!
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Stories by MadameCrossMarian
- 8 Published Stories
White
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White drowned everything there. Dancing on the wind and slashing you face, or ripping down your lungs. But yo...
#23 in subjective
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The Dastardly Misadventures of Lad...
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So I was in a production of Arsenic and Old Lace with gender blind casting. Einstein was girl. I think we kno...
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Dear Nathaniel
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No touch.
No sight.
No contact.
Just a letter.
Nathaniel Gibson is fighting in World War II. Sophia Gibson is...
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