I closed my bookshop until the first week in April. Please stay avoid crowds, by staying inside.

Ban her if she gets cataracts.

Thanks Survivor, I understand.
I am sorry for that, because I genuinely love both to read and write. Most sites allow publishing with just a check if the story meet the rules, if any. I know here and the red site value proper English so I was looking forward to be able to publish here and see how my mistakes can be corrected. I understand that it can be considered a job, and I'm not looking to hire an editor. I write a lot because I can leave my fantasy free. I mostly write for my own pleasure, but hoped I could share some of the stories here.
I'll try to find someone somewhere else who can be willing to proofread, otherwise I'll keep writing for myself. Even if 'sloppy' sites I could probably publish the stories, I'm just not comfortable enough with publishing something that may not be written properly.
Regards.


How many "words" are you talking about?

I wish more people would come to SS. It's disheartens me to see so few writers and readers.

Its afternoon and I took a day off from my shop. Probably spend the afternoon watching football.

Big Red

very humid

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The Modern Jazz Quartet, (MJQ).

Root Beer

In dark's anonymity of ghosts wading in shallow minds of fools at large living in inkwells of a black heart in their sanctimonious words for they have never seen a butterfly with wings of magenta and blue smile as it dances on a petal of Chrysanthemum Anastasia in love's Phantasia  ...

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Lovely Crocus, sweet spider of the night feeling webs beneath my feet beneath the lavender purple sky as a widow lingers With the dew distilled to brandy as the winds sing you a song   I feel eight legs walk the spine of my omens While Autumn blows your hair and the Lord whispers, Hosea the widow makes its nest fornicate and digest Now cocooned for lust in the widow's lair ...

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In lost sunrise laying in the dark, broken bones beneath stones, as I whisper to you above, while you sleep. Come to me at dusk, in your veil of negligee, sweet rose of lament, and I will kiss you deeply. From the masque of sorrows, caressing you, tongue in cheek, as your thighs fold over my back, like a moth to the flames. As I whisper to you above, a sonnet for your ears, while you...

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Don't go irony on me, it's only dark, and make-believe, who lives by tea, for I am but a humble poet. Spoiled by love and ghosts, who spool my thoughts,    of ravens near the sea. With green eyes of azure, and warbles of the heart, of lusting petticoats. In the twilight of dusk, feeling you near, don't go irony on me, it's only dark....

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Sleepless nights of sins, angels fanning winds, as I lay awake with shadows in dreams, perhaps in the bowels of hell, I dwell, whispering, dark rivers of my heart. In narrows of my mind, running through veins, of a chatoyant moon, lusting for green eyes, without shame into the despair of vassals, Tragedy her name, deep as the oceans. With passions risings in the ink of my well, Tragedy...

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In the darkness of my mind's infidelity like a spiraling staircase to ghosts with dreams, I arrange with eyes open wide words that wander over nooks and crannies   falling through cracks as I visit you Like a maestro with a pen's baton with a paleness beneath your veil in silence that graces your define hearing a cello and oboe, we dance to obsidian twilight As the shadow of night...

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Entering through my mind's door, I welcome you to visit me, listening to my drool, and chat awhile.    Although walls have ears, but have no fear, perhaps a lonely mouse, or just a ghost you hear. You ask! If the cold is my dark, but the ambiance is the real me, as I touch your photograph, with my monochrome tongue. Why else would I have webs, and silent butlers to serve me, as I feel...

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One-step up, and down the other with that mild, and melting devil, in the candelabra. With your sweet brandied lips, in the shadow of a butterfly, oh! I wish I could fly. One-step up, and down the other, most beautiful gossamer, in the candelabra. Of which there is love, and peace in the valley, of unicorns,  ...

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When the ivy is on the walls As the verdant ivy clings And the autumn fades A twilight glory With a farthing of a shadow Woven in poetic love A winter's scene twining With echos of angels When the ivy is on the walls  ...

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Hearing tapping on the window-pane with wings of a peacock. I looked up and saw a shadow, as I envisioned my Romulus. Knowing it was a ghost in loneliness, crying in the rain of my despair, somewhere on the edge of time, as I felt wanton lips kiss. From my bedroom bordello in a dark shroud of lust, my pulse came back to you, as I envisioned my Romulus. But for a moment's grief, before...

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