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Linda Studley
British Columbia , Canada


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Topic: Change One Letter
Posted: 07 Jun 2011 08:17


Topic: Have a poem of no more than 30 lines about family relationships?
Posted: 05 Jun 2011 12:02

Cool! I just sent off a submission. Thanks for the link!

Topic: Hi from Linda - Shelide
Posted: 05 Jun 2011 09:29

I'm a writer, songwriter, indie recording artist, visual artist living in northern British Columbia, Canada. I have two original music CDs released and am working on a third as well as hoping to have a book of poetry and short stories published this summer.
I'm currently working on a science fiction novel.
You can listen to my music on my musian's website http://www.lindaconnellstudley.com or see more of my writing on my writing blog at http://lindastudley.com

Looking forward to meeting members and reading new stories/poems!
Linda- (Shelide)

Topic: How did you discover storiesspace.com?
Posted: 05 Jun 2011 09:24

I have a writing blog and I twitter my new postings. I found Storiesspace because they were following me on Twitter.

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This Night

Every night, when she turned out the lights, the last things Hope saw were the amorphous ghosts of the curly light bulb pulsing against the darkness of her inner eyelids. Then they would fade and shrink and sleep would slip her away to countless bizarre and sometimes Freudian dreams; but not this night. This night the ghosts would not fade. Instead they merged and grew, coalescing into a...

Added 06 Jun 2011 | Category Science Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,146 | 2 Comments

'Cross the Existential Track

There is, I think, a universe That’s parallel to mine. Where someone else who looks like me Lives in a different time. She looks and thinks a lot like me Her eyes are hazel green But she has witnessed many things My eyes have never seen. For one small thing is different, I’m not sure what or why, And that conspires to alter how Her life goes flashing by. Consider now the other ones...

Added 03 Jun 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,003 | 1 Comment

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Happy Birthday from the team at Stories Space.
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Thanks for the add Linda...and welcome to Stories Space...a fun, friendly story site...
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