Medusa

I dream of a world Where every thing's dead [s]Where [/s]the heart does not beat And [s]where [/s]no creature breathes My perfect [s]world[/s] Is the [s]world [/s][s]of[/s] night With every ...

There ' s an old man in the mirror And he sees me there [s]He sees me there[/s] But he doesn't look His eyes are closed And in his hands ...

Many thanks :]

Thanks lone!

Creative writing & Languae or Literature. Art as second choice.

[014, Clandestine] the clandestine launderette People have secrets. people are beasts in clothes, monsters dressed in fanciful attire. A woman is a serpent with a sense of what to wear ...

Meh. Last semester my creative writing teacher became obsessed with Stephen King. Lord almighty.

Casey, one can flush an egg down the toilet. Egg = potential life. Thus making every single woman a murderer. Thank you, that's what I meant. Not embryo, but still ...

I follow three seperate religions--although one could say that Zenism is not a religion but a spirituality. I am Christian, Muslim, and a Buddhist. I believe in Jesus 100%. I ...

Thank you both! Ninja-- pasts should indeed be passes. Thanks! Will edit.

Are you kidding me Medusa? This was for a class !? Stephenie Meyer isn't that great. :roll: Hmm, I think the worst writing assignments are the ones you get in ...

Ok, definetly not feeling the "list" strategy. You have vague ideas here that need expanding. Rather than repeat a line three or four times, write one well and detail it. ...

Hmm. Very interesting! The end caught me off guard; I wasn't expecting beauty in simplicity! I like this poem alot. Let me just make some criticisms, as is natural. Although ...

I used to have a memory like a picture in my mind , a n artist's painting of the family and friends I left behind . But now the picture ...

Time period: 1940s, pre-Hiroshima Japan. [001, Aim] the aim was to miss. The cherry tree stood, unabashed, gazing placidly out along the little stream and rook. It was blossoming season, ...