Choleric

It's been tough for me to think much less write well lately. i'm...i'm sorry." "you don't have to be like me to succeed, moongaze," her mentor shook his head gently. he stood. "your voice will come, in time. think it over, write when you can.

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Hey you all!

~k~hey readers just going to inform you we will be stopping writing for now. ~n~some thing we really loved! now we have been down and just can't bring our selves to any more.

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The Breath

#1 of writing in this day and age of plague, our bodies can so easily turn against us. that is terrifying. you breathe. breath in, breath out. you breathe easy, you are safe. you eat. nutritious food, fuelling your day.

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Writing.

writing. it comes from the heart, outpours our feelings, and shows one's true self.

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Hard to Get

That's the theme of half the songs you write." "yeah," drake sniffed, "but he was going to be my asshole." "this isn't good," austin said. "you can't just sit around feeling sorry.

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Writing Tips vol. 3

#3 of writing tips **even more tips for aspiring writers** hi ho! i'm back atchya again with another issue of writing tips! this time, i want to go over some tips for writing specific types of stories, pitfalls to avoid, etc.

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Last one left: prologue

I'm also trying figure a good writing style as well so bear with me here. i'm also prone to forget minor details on the stuff i upload so don't be surprised if i made changes here and there.

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First Hunt (Hueroc/Ellora)

Taran and his badgerloria and the poor unsuspecting hareneth vs. frog it somehow took me two and a half years to write this >< poor neglected hatchlings!

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Lucario: A Pokemon Trainer (Chapter 1)

Lucario: A Pokemon Trainer "Professor, what made you choose such a strange specialty for study? Pokemon who can speak the human language? Why? "Well, there have been stranger studies. Sometimes science is simply about knowing something for no other...

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On the Steps

He sits on the step, staring at nothing His gaze is low and unfocused, head slightly tilted Numb from stillness, his body is gone Winds of thought whisper through him They steal away, and leave him hollow In the absence make themselves...

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