I don't know when I became so passionate about writing, I hated English in school and it was one of my worst subjects. I felt constrained, I suppose, caught in a system of dotting I's and crossing my T's. I wanted my teachers to feel my writing, instead of grading it and painting it red.
This account is a test to see if I can make anyone feel and obsess over the words and emotions that spill out of my brain. If it does, I hope you will share it. If it doesn't, critique me please.
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I’ve finished my chapter early again, I can’t promise this will happen in the future for awhile. I think only one person is reading, so I guess not a big deal. Maybe one day....~dRAfficher toutes les Conversations
Histoires par davienRose
- 3 Histoires Publiées
After Today
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He didn't make his choice alone. What fun or purpose existed, otherwise, in love? London interlaced her finge...
Of Love and Magic
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Selfishly I write, a sycophant for the smoke and smolder. The hope I have is a simple one. When age unravels...