|Posted on November 16, 2011 at 3:50 PM||comments (4)|
Some New News
Emerald Dragon has been pretty quiet, and lowly, lately. We've been thinking outside the box, and have been considering revamping ED for the better. We've had some solid ideas, and I think we're finally near a realization of the practical use of Emerald Dragon, something that will benefit all those writers and readers involved. Most importantly, that there will be a new String-Along story coming soon, so writers be ready to vo...Read Full Post »
|Posted on January 18, 2011 at 9:08 PM||comments (0)|
After some reuben on rye and coffee, I was home. I crashed on my sofa, having made my choice of whiskey from bourbon and lemonade. I sipped and slowly washed away the memory of Holly. The memory of Maxim. The memory of what seemed to be ghosts. I shouldn't care, I barely knew her. The more I drank, the less I did. Eventually, I had forgot...Read Full Post »
|Posted on January 10, 2011 at 9:42 PM||comments (2)|
I pledge allegiance to the flag, which I can burn if I get mad, of the United (Divided) States of America--maybe--and to the Republic (which is now a Democracy) for which it stands (we're not certain), one nation under God (not really, sorta kinda, depending on who you ask), indivisible (which has something to do with ghosts), with liberty and justice for all (if you're lucky, and again, depending on who you ask).
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|Posted on December 23, 2010 at 2:45 PM||comments (8)|
If the computer hadn’t been in the living room, Mercedes would probably spend most week nights in her bedroom alone. At the age of 14, she didn’t much mix well with her older brother Johnny anymore, and she regarded her mom as weak and stupid. She used to get along fine with her dad, but after he ran away, she decided it was as good a reason as a...Read Full Post »
|Posted on November 8, 2010 at 5:17 PM||comments (0)|
It's a dirty, old shame when all you get from love is a love song.
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I had to go and do the stupid thing. I had to go get all emotional and care. Once you care, you listen and when you listen you learn. Ignorance is bliss sometimes, kids. Remember that. I write to teach you, so listen dear reader. Read my story and learn...