Looking for story witers.....inside
 

Not blog posters....but story writers....possibly ongoing series writers....dont want to disclose too much atm..but if creative writing is your thing....post some samples in this thread and leave contact info.....

Contact me.

The raindrops graced her cold cheek as if the dead girl were crying. The blank stare of her blue eyes gazed permanently into some invisible, far off place. Perhaps that was where she was now or where she was not. He wondered how long he had been gazing down at her. Damn light! Where did the darkness go? Many questions burned as the sunlight began to sting his eyes. His senses felt alive and not even the ugliness of approaching day could rob him of that.

Time to go home. The adrenaline now settling down a bit, he noticed how the tiny droplets of sweat on his forearms seemed to flow so elegantly with the rivulets of her blood, as though dancing in harmony. As he began to stand, he stopped for a moment to arrange her hair in a more flowing design, crowning the girl's frozen face in an eerie artistic fashion. But it wasn't so much the sunlight, as the lively song of a bird above him that brought him back to the harsh reality that this game was over. "Oh well ... all in all, good game."

The bird continued its morning song. Damn bird! As he started his short journey back, he found himself wishing he could fly. Not to be free, for he had already found the ultimate freedom of his soul, but oh how he would love to find and destroy that bird, a symbol in his mind of all the world's false securities. Everyday happiness. The same old songs playing over and over. If he were a red tailed hawk to the bluebird... Or was he already? One by one, he would break them all. Walking slightly faster, his fists clenched, "one by one", his steps and the voice within him reminded and assured him of his ambitions.

trashyg *at* ymail (dotyouknowwhat)

Please send a quick e-mail to juicybunnyxxx at g mail dot c-o-m

Sorry, I get way too much spam for dick pills, fake dating, fake stocks, fake fakes...
I'd love to write/adapt a hentai anime.

I wrote this about a year ago...
 

OK... Perhaps no what you are looking for, but why always color inside the lines?

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Mea culpa - I didn't write those...they are winning entries in a "bad writing contest. :anon

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ADG

Here's a little sample for you if you really want it on here man! I'm also published by the way if that makes any difference to your choice.

Joshua was indeed a modern day Henry Jekyll, always trying too hard to conceal his true feelings, wearing an unusually conservative appearance at all times; even at home. His life obliged him to conceal his real pleasures, and this caused an extreme duplicity of emotions. It was only in moods such as the one he had worked himself into on this particular evening, that he could remove his disguise and submit to his more “imperious desires”. As he looked across the road in the faded light of evening he realised that now was one of those moments. Joshua Spencer had a secret. He adored women’s underwear. He had a raging stiffy walking through the lingerie department with his wife, affectedly ignoring the rails of beautiful items that looked like cakes in a pie shop window. He had bought underwear before, three towns away from his own, just like a teenager buying a porno mag, but it had always been obvious in his mind that the assistant knew he was buying it for himself. This wasn’t because he bought the correct size either, no, on the contrary, he like squeezing into tiny little panties and forcing his cock to bulge out at the sides. What he gazed upon across the road was magnificent, and to a bystander looking at Joshua, it appeared to be a moment not unlike one of those Indiana Jones experiences when he stares at a priceless relic with special powers. The prize in question was a collection of beautiful lingerie arranged along a washing line next to a public footpath that ran through some waste ground on its way to the next estate. Firstly there was a pair of stockings, looking all flimsy and out of shape. Joshua couldn’t tell from this distance whether they were silk or not. Then there was a suspender belt, followed by a thong and matching bra. They were done seductively in what looked like red and black, the red looked silk and it covered the best parts. ‘They must feel great,’ Josh thought to himself. He had to get a closer look at them.

Not sure what type of story writer you're after, but I write from both a male and female perspective, multiple niches, and I also write mainstream.

Sounds like it could be a fun gig, but I am so booked right now I don't have time to do anything new. Good luck finding someone good.

Thanks for all the replies! i was growing concerned that this business post was just going to fall into oblivion!

I will send everyone some email or contact today...

contact my business partner [email protected] he can help

email address????

Let's talk.

cdsmodels AT shaw DOT ca

I've sold more stories over the years than I'd care to count. Will provide samples via email once I hear from you.