Creative Writing for the Win.
Hello, fellow creative writers. We are all here, joined by our forced labor of the written word. Are we better for it, we ask ourselves nightly, before we cry ourselves to sleep in our beloved fetal position.
This is what we shall find out.
This travesty of eletrical information that we create shall be the judge. We shall lay our souls, our talents, and, some of us *coughAshleycough* will lay our bodies bare to be torn apart by the merciless peer critics. This, friends, is why we write.
posted by Vanilla Typhoon @ 2:29 PM
7 Comments:
Well said, old sport, well said. *golf clap*
May I... May I touch your face?
So.. creepy. *twitch*
Heck, no. Go find your niece.
I'd like to, but her and her friend are all worn out from uh... Playing baseball...?
So I'm still going to have to know what you're wearing.
... my chicken mascot costume from Donald's Chicken Drive-Thru.
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