StoryJunkie

Why? Because it takes a discerning palate, why?

that will circumvent any trace of my dealings with you, you unsavory bastard from hell! I wonder if my language____________

Can't tell from here. Maybe. Are you typing funny?

Kids were coming to the door before I got home from work. I don't know how it happened, but one of the mice got out of the cage (the stupid one), and the cat caught it. Of course my youngest daughter to whom the mouse owed its pathetic life, saw the cat go by carrying something white in her mouth, and it had a tail. Well, I've never heard such moaning and wailing, and one unfortunate cat as my husband caught her by the scruff and gave her a talking to. We found the lucky mouse alive under my dresser, not a scratch. (Quite frankly, I was expecting something a tad more grisly.) Yeah, the kids got loot, and the 18 yr old ain't home yet, and the middle kid is dressed up as a pirate scaring little babies that dare to come to the door, and the East Indians in the neighborhood have been shooting off fireworks for 3 nights now, driving our dog crazy (who was bound in the dungeon). She attempted to escape by gnawing the doorknob off. Poor thing. She hates fireworks.

hey thanks, dude. everything was copacetic with my settings, except for the time zone, which I changed. (whew) thank God! Everyone on my board appeared to be posting hours and hours ago!

Stockholm Syndrome (got this from Wiki) The article goes on to say: There is also an opposite example, where the hostage taker becomes sympathetic to the hostage.

Sephiroth (in case I miss "s") OKOK: Psy-crow (earthworm jim)

(here we are back to the "K"s again) kook

no, that wasjust an analogy, lump-head! "us" = writers/artists/people who use their imagination in ways never meant for the vault of heaven. as for Red's intriguing comment: I'm not sure I know what that means, although the edges of my mind are feeling as if they are being gnawed upon.

well, here's my two cents. my ears had to wait a week to ten days before putting in regular earrings, and they hurt like hell trying to grope around finding the damn holes, so if the tongue is any different (larger organ, made of muscle) I can imagine it takes a tad longer than a week to ten days! Plus I've heard that there's a much higher risk of infection.

I wonder if we have a set amount of stories within us? Kind of like eggs in our ovaries or something.

(sweet) But,...it's not been (you know) seven months...

well, after all that preaching I just did, I decided to scope out the Inuyasha fic, and boy, I don't think you need that advice. You're a pretty good writer (I'm at Ch3 at the moment, no sex scenes yet, but if the first two chaps are any indication, I'm just full of hot air!) (I've wanted to try out this emoticon for a while now...)

I think that practicing writing helps. I mean, not just sex, but say, describing other things. Kind of like hm, being an artist that likes doing anime, but having to do realizm as well, and fruit. so, one thread here was "describe a world from your own imagination", and so several people wrote out these fantastic scenes, and it was interesting to see all the different aspects they focused on. So that, when it comes to sex as well, you are able to look at it from your own view and describe the sensations and the range of emotions and the smell of the blankets. Its about feeling good, and its about conveying what you want your readers to know. Read it out loud, too,even if its in a whisper under the covers....Trust me, it really helps clean up the work, catching repetitious words and phrases. don't forget to add such things: metaphors, similies, "she felt like a cork set adrift at the whim of every wave" and stuff like that. It kind of helps things along.

A cookie would help!

Do the peeps who pick the right gender get a prize or something in seven or so months?

(I bet Quamp picked "other")

because we think that after 8 years of training, doctors are still kind of dumb about that sort of thing... I've often wondered why that is?

ia mmmmabout to walk the dog, so don't go all psychic on me, okay?

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after episode 11, my kids were going around the house adding "in America" after everything they said.

My grade 3 teacher read my short story out loud to the class and I got redder, and sunk lower into the chair as soon as I realized what the heck she was reading! I've never forgotten it. I must have gained 6 new friends. (the story was about a horse that was about to get shot and it's young mistress saying good bye. You don't realize what's happening until the end) I slayed myself, and never recovered. There was no way I'd ever be able to top that evocative reaction, so I can't say that anything I've ever written has been better than that, I've always been good. Now, to work on that ego of mine... (permission to slap or spank me, granted!)