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So, I just figured out how to turn on the comments on my stories. I know, I'm opening myself up for a world of hurt, but hey that's cool! If you have read one of my stories and liked, thought it was okay, was terrific, or even awful, feel free to leave a comment. I'll try to make sure comments are always turned on from now on when I post a story.
I have a couple of stories in the works right now, I hope to be posting one in the not too distant future. Can't quite work out one story. I have rewritten my outline three times and still no happy with the direction. If I didn't have to make a living I could just write, wouldn't that be living the dream?
As a writer, I try to do some work every day. As a person that works a real job, I don't get to write nearly enough to make me happy. I like to get all the darkness inside me out in my writings; therefore, the more often I write that better that goes. Still, one must put food on the table and keep the significant other happy as well.
Again, dear readers, I would love to hear from you, so leave comments, email me, send up smoke signals.
What I think, my writing says about me is that I'm not there yet.
As a writer, what I strive for and what I achieve aren't necessarily the same thing. I desire, so very much, to write compelling stories, that draw the reader in. I endeavor to create word pictures that bring the action into crystalline clarity. I want the action or emotion of the stories to pull the readers along from sentence to sentence. In my erotic musings, I desire to elicit profound emotional responses. Nonetheless, I still yearn to create a physical reaction in the reader. I want men to get erect when they read my stories. I crave for women to fill that slickness between their legs. In short, I know I'm not there, but I want to turn them on mentally and physically. If I can do that, even if the story is about the most disgusting pigs on the planet, I'll have done my job well.
Check out my writing and let me know what you think.
Millie 90 lbs of Dynamite
New story for you guys just in time for Halloween. It puts the 'short' in short story but I think it is just the right length. I call it "In the Arms of the Succubus" and it's about werewolves…just kidding, it's about a soul sucking succubus. I wrote this one for the Halloween competition, however, the rules say that it must be 4000 words long and it isn't. So just giving you an early treat (or trick) for this holiday season. Yes, Halloween is a holiday, look it up in your Funk & Wagnall. Father Sylvester encounters a young woman in the garden of his parish church. Her eyes mesmerize him and he loses himself to her. Maranda particularly enjoys making men of the cloth defile themselves for pleasurable consumption.
Check it out and let me know what you think!!!
In the Arms of the Succubus
I haven't had a blog entry in a long, long time. I'm not writing much recently, but hope to put several stories up over the next few weeks. As to this story.
Ryann is a new anti-hero I am working with over the next few stories. An Afro-American female hit woman with a penchant for dealing death up close and personal. She's A sexy hitwoman who targets a mob boss and his woman. These hits don't go according to the plan, first there's the cops and then again, well the bitch herself is a problem. She is just a total knock out, a true blonde bombshell. Will Ryann handle this woman or will the bitch get the best of her?
Check it out, drop me a line here and let me know what you think.
The Hitwoman: The Blonde Bombshell
I have a new story on here, "Iberian the Hellkite" set in a post-apocalyptic world. A world where a race of mutated humans hunt those that haven't mutated. Specifically, it is a story about one mutated being taking revenge on a village of Norms for killing his mate. Check it out and let me know what you think.
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