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Antique Firearms The antique pistol let out a sad, soggy click, but would not fire. The main character looked down at the gun with a sigh. “Not again!” She shouted in frustration. She smacked the butt of the gun with her soaking hands, hoping to dislodge some of the water. “Man, is the author going…
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In her world, everything and everyone had a place. Each and every person, place or thing fit together like puzzle pieces. As she built her world exactly the way she wanted it, placing the people carefully in the city and the forests, building dark creatures between the trees and damsels in distress in the high…
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The process behind it, the quick choice of writing something I knew, something I cared about, even if it was rudimentary and juvenile. I got an idea in a flash and I wrote it the only way I knew how, with words, and pictures. I wrote it in a way no one else could, in…