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Erza's thoughts: This account may, at times, seem to be stuck in a permanent pot of glue. 
          	We do not, despite common misconception, drown in this glue. 
          	
          	We continue to live behind our various electronic screens that demand us to record the many adventures of our conscious mind. We continue to stare at the blank Word document, with its little blinking black bar that leads the way for many great, and terrible, adventures. The despair sets in when we click on that little icon that leads to the Internet, and open up the page that leads to this orange site of wonders. 
          	
          	Thousands of notebooks lay open beside us, and yet, not one of those stories is deemed acceptable. Not one of those hours of labour was worth it. None of them acceptable to be seen by eyes that are not our own. 
          	
          	So if anyone ever wonders what type of pot we are drowning in, I can tell you that it is not a pot that we are dying from. No, we are lost within regions of our minds that do not have maps and take months to explore. 
          	
          	We will not die, at least not yet. 
          	
          	So if you actually care enough to want to read one of our stories to the end, be patient, and pay no mind to the ramblings of the lunatic who currently rambling to you.

powerofthefaygirls

Erza's thoughts: This account may, at times, seem to be stuck in a permanent pot of glue. 
          We do not, despite common misconception, drown in this glue. 
          
          We continue to live behind our various electronic screens that demand us to record the many adventures of our conscious mind. We continue to stare at the blank Word document, with its little blinking black bar that leads the way for many great, and terrible, adventures. The despair sets in when we click on that little icon that leads to the Internet, and open up the page that leads to this orange site of wonders. 
          
          Thousands of notebooks lay open beside us, and yet, not one of those stories is deemed acceptable. Not one of those hours of labour was worth it. None of them acceptable to be seen by eyes that are not our own. 
          
          So if anyone ever wonders what type of pot we are drowning in, I can tell you that it is not a pot that we are dying from. No, we are lost within regions of our minds that do not have maps and take months to explore. 
          
          We will not die, at least not yet. 
          
          So if you actually care enough to want to read one of our stories to the end, be patient, and pay no mind to the ramblings of the lunatic who currently rambling to you.

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All right guys, I finally got my butt into gear and wrote chapter nine of "The Mastermind", the first book in what will become "The Cliche Chronicles". Thank you for your patience, and I'm sorry for the wait. My inspiration fountain has been a little pathetic lately. I think it's fixed now, though.
          See that, Erza? Told you I'd try! ^o^
          (Amu)

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I just finished chapter 7 of My Biggest Secret. I deeply apologize to anyone who is interested in the story that had to wait that long for an update. This chapter is leading up to some important things, but we may not update for a little bit until we finish a little bit of a rewrite.
          
          Short Story: The next chapter of My Biggest Secret is posted.
          
          (Erza)

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Hey Merry Christmas I got you all a present!!! The second half of Chapter 6 in MBS is up now!!! Have a merry berry Christmas ^-^
          
          P.s. Erza and Amu I changed the about me up *laughs like Kira*