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AGE:
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LOC: Redmond, WA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 28
LOC: Redmond, WA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 28
This is dedicated to my small, bent, group of loyal fans whom I love!
I’ve been writing since I was about 12. I never finished short stories, except in class, but on my own wrote chapters (or a chapter), and I have a folders and notebooks of what I’ve written sitting in my storage locker in Lexington (the one in Kentucky).
I like fantasy and good ghost/vampire (with the exception of Ms. Rice) and occult stories. Peter Straub is one of my favorite authors. Stephen King doesn’t even come close to matching him.
I don’t like to talk about me, so I won’t, except to say that I’m horse crazy and nothing can be done about it!Oh, I’m also a solo practitioner Wiccan.
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I belong to a group that suffers from an incurable disease. Indeed, we are not much talked about—we aren’t “sexy” enough. Talk to us individually about our stories and you will hear experiences that are as lurid as you can possibly wish for, but we still don’t draw enough headlines to create a big enough public awareness that we deserve. Because we’re out there and we’re enough of a public health hazard as any schizophrenic, socio- or psychopath. But we’re more dangerous than you realize. How...
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Even in my weakened state, I slept but lightly. It was more like I was in a trance, aware of my surroundings and feeling deeply relaxed. I wanted to lose consciousness, and certainly the comfortable sofa, the warmth of the afghan, and the fire which was now burning low seemed to invite it, yet somehow sleep eluded me. I craved the release of sleep, but was denied it. I wondered if this was part of what I had become. So, instead of sleeping I lay there, neither asleep nor awake, but somehow lo...
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Even in my weakened state, I slept but lightly. It was more like I was in a trance, aware of my surroundings but feeling deeply relaxed. I wanted to lose consciousness, and certainly the comfortable sofa, the warmth of the afghan, and the fire which was now burning low seemed to invite it, yet somehow sleep eluded me. I craved the release of sleep, but was denied it. I wondered if this was part of what I had become. Instead of sleeping I lay there, neither asleep nor awake, but somehow I lost...
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The nurse came into his room to see what the commotion was about, and he tried to tell her it was nothing and everything was all right. His pulse was racing so fast that she took his blood pressure. Though the gauge showed that his blood pressure was only slightly elevated, it took a lot of convincing before he could get her to leave, and to shut the door behind her. His head was throbbing, the world was spinning in circles, but he couldn’t bring himself to try and sleep. Mariah’s presence wa...
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Marty Reeh©2008 Introduction Tristan de Lenval and Isolde I remember the night I first met Tristan de Lenval and his lover Isolde. No, not that Tristan and Isolde, though this love should be as legendary as theirs, in my opinion. Besides it’s a much better story. Chapter One It was the last time I saw Julie, the girl I was going to marry, if she’d have me. It had been one of those most wonderful nights. I didn’t have a ring, yet, but I was going to ask her to marry me and I was betting on her...
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Reading through this I found some grammatical errors that need to be fixed before you submit this. First of all, you used the term "wince" incorrectly. If Dadayankha winced, he made an involutnary muscle movement due to pain or some related origin. You said, "Dadayankha gave out a wince"--you need a different word or to change the sentence. Lisewise, "Dadhyanka, sat upon his powerful black steed charged". It should either read "sitting upon his powerful black steed", or "sat upon his black st...
Whew. Got lots of things I wonder about here. First of all, you drew me into Francis' ordeal with the fire. You painted an excellent picture of the inferno that he was trapped in, that he was attempting to fight, but you left me with questions, especially when you ended the chapter? Did he die? What happened to his mother? When is this taking place? You talk about a film, but he never goes to a phone, never calls for help. Neighbors on the street walk by and must have been able to see that so...
I had trouble caring about this piece, it never drew me in which is the number one rule in writing. Your overall image of the relationship of "Jim" to Mary seems vague. You give details, but there is no real insight into the character of Mary, just facts strewn here and there. Your sentence structure is choppy. Sentences that should connect with each other are cut off and made into two sentences. This doesn't work as dramatic effect, it disturbs the flow of the story. Some punctuation errors,...
I like your line about the club, the places owning the people. Clubs have a personality unique to each. Good choice of words. The interspersing of the song lyrics with the body of the story fit very nicely. Creates a tantalizing image: is it a story with a song, or a song "Finally the song ended and Reno slid to a stop, taking a mock bow. -—---—---—---—---—---—---—---—---—---—---—---—---—---—---—---—-- “Kiss her!” Came the popular demand of The Mass. Reno grinned, laughing"... That was the on...
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