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Just a General apology.

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Without time for a big explanation i wanted you all to know that i'm sorry for not being around...

In Dec last year i gave birth to my twin girls at 24 weeks Gestation. (16 weeks early)
Both of them only weighing a mere 390-400 grams. I lost one of them but the other continued to fight her way through everything 5 months In Neonatal Intensive Care.

She finally got to come home two weeks ago!!!

Basically I really am trying to make the time but it's not always easy.
I hope you all are doing well!

- founder.
~HayleighElizabeth
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Other times they could taste like salt water.
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Because the recipe book in your mind is filled with delicacies.
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when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
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around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
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and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
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as we drew apart,
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Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Shinon
         “Who feels like going next?” Edward leaned against the barrel and looked through the people still present. “You. You may not be saying anything, but your eyes are begging for me to pick you.” He waved you up. “Well, come on now.”

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The Warm Plague. Prologue"He who casts the first stone into the sea of the dead shall fall siege to its waves" ~J.R.Y
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*VioletShadowDancer Mar 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I want to join your group but before I do, I have to ask what is the limit on ratings around here? Like what are the rules on sex, gore, rape etc? I'm not saying that I consistently write such things, I just want to know if I can post chapters/short stories here that may have the occasional scene?
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=ZayZael Apr 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Just give them the proper Mature rating
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=CHRISwillar Jan 13, 2013  Student General Artist
If you have time, dear writers, why not do this self-interview: [link]
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~TinyFurrTails Nov 7, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I want you guys to know, that this groups has really fun and inspiring prompts that make me feel motivated :D
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=ZayZael Nov 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
That's absolutely fantastic to hear! We're happy that we motivate you, that you participate, and you enjoy your membership here.
Welcome to the group as well!
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~TinyFurrTails Nov 7, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I shall! I already wrote my apocalypse one XD that's how absolutely positively motivated I was.... [link] What do you think before it's posted? (I can't figure out how to edit my text in stash once I post it so I check around before) :D You will quickly find some... quirky creative interpretation XD
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=ZayZael Nov 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It is very creative. Feel free to submit :)
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~TurquaticTurtle Oct 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello, would you like to affiliate with our group :iconkakikotoba: we'd really appreciate it if you would!!! ^^
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=ZayZael Oct 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Looks good. I shall see what the founders say. :)
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~TheFS Oct 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, my name is Ed. I've been writing my book, The Fallen Star. I've recently finished posting the entire book! I would love if a few people could read through it and tell me what they think; I would love to get it published one day =D

Siale was no longer safe for the Watchers; they were forced to flee from the city. Little did Rantil know that his life was going to change forever. He was about to be caught in an age-old battle between the Chalders of Ciameth and the Demons of Dremnor. He was Truaine's only hope.

Join him on his journey across Truaine; through the memories he'd rather forget, over vast mountain ranges and eventually beneath the Phayorian Mountains in ancient tunnels - created when the world was so much more than it has become.

The Fallen Star would change everything.

Visit the Map of Truaine

<<< The Fallen Star <<< --|||-- >>> Chapter 1 >>>
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