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The Corrupted American Dream Starts Here
I've avoided posting writing, which is my strongest suit, only because I don't want to waste publication on a website that won't pay me for it. Some places are picky like that, so it's best not to risk it.
That being said I won't talk about my fiction, however I have to share delightful thoughts on American Literature. Mostly because I found this:
http://www.zeldacollectorsmuseum.com/2009/10/zelda-majoras-mask-limited-edition.html
I'm not sure how I might ever obtain this little box of joy, but if there ever was a way I would surely find it.
It then strikes me as interesting, as I prepare to write out some papers regarding F. Scott Fitzge
Soul Eater (Fan Fiction)
:~:~: Soul Heart :~:~:
"Soul, this isn't healthy," Death the Kid started plainly, taking a seat on the bench next to the black-and-red scythe. "The length you've been in your weapon form is obscene. You're a human being before you're a weapon." Kid paused and reached into his pocket, drawing out a folded piece of paper.
"I talked to Liz and Patty about it, and they say it must be hard on you to stay in this form for so long," he explained, fiddling with the paper a moment, and not for the first time debating whether or not to open it and read the contents. "I asked them what it felt like to be a weapon, because your situation made me realiz
Legend of Zelda (Fan Fiction)
Skyward
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Link sat on the edge of the cliff with his feet dangling over the edge. He gazed down, straining to see past the clouds, and wondered—not for the first time—what could be beyond them. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he grabbed a small stone by his side. He rubbed it between his fingers a moment before throwing it away, as far as he could.
The rock sailed through the open air, going up, up, up… then it reached the peak of its arc and started to descend. Link's eyes never left the gray stone as it plummeted through the clouds, disappearing in
I Fail at Titles
Due to complaints by the three people who've ever read this journal, I decided to re-post something "shorter." I hate things that are short, particularly when it comes to writing. I guess not everything has to be long... like illness or stop lights (although I kind of like getting stuck at stop lights, for various reasons. Sometimes when there's a good song on but you're almost to your destination... what can I say, I appreciate the truly finer things in life).
Hey, let's go with that. This can be the 'advice' journal. It'll probably be pretty short since my rules for living are simple enough:
Live, let live. Love, let love. Keep a sense of
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