On E-Literary Culture

(written to a reviewer who wouldn't look at my book because it was "self-published" through PublishAmerica, though I haven't paid them a cent.)
Cherry

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Ceroc are doing one of their nights again. Loud music is in the air.

Life sucker.

A week may suck away a life Or drain powers from another Just as i may feel at times Be-littled by a former lover.

iAsk

Questions. Questions. Questions.

Deathrow6:abandon Inn

the town was vacant, tumble weeds ran through, occupying the dusty damage roads. the burnt sand colored woods and brick glistened and contrasted against the sun and its blue domain.

Honesty gets you everywhere

My writing is a form of honesty Freed by my mind Written by my hand Spoken by my thoughts

defending PublishAmerica against some reviewer(typical small-minded conformite)

For the sake of discussion, you may have some mis-information about PublishAmerica.

THE HORNED FOX LIT ZINE

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A gathering of Crows

It was that fine near winter rain; the sort of rain that clings and cuts the skin, rather than the heavy summer rain she seemed to prefer.

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