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.

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As shadows play among broken stones And eyes piercing, empty stare The resting place of poets bygone I give to you my soul spoken True love beyond the portal With crimson red lips   In the moonlight of the autumn moon With my dark sacred charms   Loving you is preordained Burning within my lusting veins As shadows play among broken stones...

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When in loneliness soloing blue Like sometimes I do As the moon's shadow falls on a rose In my lucidity free from the thorns And the vagabonds of dark    As we dance in dreams Body and soul on god's carousel And forty acres of Heaven   On cotton candy trails   As the moon's shadow falls on a rose When in loneliness soloing blue Skipping with my Lou...

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