Okay...since 3 of you told me that I shouldn't care what others think of what I post on here, I'm posting this. It's not done, nor is it even close to being done. But, thought I'd run it by my Flist and get some thoughts on it. What should he being talking about? What should the title be? How do you think it should go? How do you think it ( Read more... )

She grabbed her journal and opened it to the first blank page she found. She sighed as she looked out the window. The converstation with her parents was still fresh in her mind. The rain was still falling and she started writing.

Sometime, long ago, someone told me that rain was God's tears. But I don't understand. Why would God cry? Was ( Read more... )

The rain beat steadily on the window where she sat. She had the old sweater she got as a child that had belonged once to her precious grandfather. She sighed heavily as she held the pencil over blank paper. The light was soft and gently flickered. As her eyes stayed glued to the pelting water outside, she felt frustrated that she couldn't ( Read more... )

She grabbed her journal, tears in her eyes. She wiped a stray one and opened up to the last page. She sighed before putting pen to paper. "All I ever wanted," she started, "growing up was to be beautiful. Sure, being tall and thin were up on my list, but far more than anything I wanted to be beautiful. To have long beautiful hair that I could ( Read more... )

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"The moon," she began, "hides secrets. It only comes out at night and it changes its moods on a whim." She looked up from her journal and looked at the full moon. "You're bright and cheery tonight. Makes me wonder what secret you're hiding." She sighed a light sigh and put her chin in her hands. "I hope it's a happy secret. The sun, unlike ( Read more... )

Okay..the past couple of nights, I've had an idea of a funny (esque) type blog, based on THE BACHELOR. Don't ask why. It just happens like that. So, for those on my Flist...if it were to come to fruition, would you like to read it and/or would you read it?

I'm taking ideas...and writing it all down anyway...just in case.

I have this idea - this image - this story - running thru my mind, but for some reason, it isn't wanting to be written properly. I'm clueless as to why. It's such a beautiful sequel to Rosemere's Romance entitled Rosemere's WeddingThe scene is set: The cottage on a snowy winter's eve. The parlour lit only by candles, faerie lights, and the ( Read more... )

I'm not sure where this will go, but as I went through the day, my tweet about the living dead do exist. I don't know if I'll go anywhere with this, other than here, but who knows? *Shrugs* Guess it depends on your feedback and if I can think of where to go with it and how I can put it together. We'll see ( Read more... )