Where I live, fairies still fly. Dragons soar the skies, and the morning mist turns light into rainbows.

Where I live, dreams are never far from reality. Dancing on the border of daylight and darkness, I write down what I see, what I hear, what turns my soul and burns my flesh.

Where I live, nightmares are never far from fairytales.

Born on a Sunday morning, I am a child of lazy days and lustruos nights. Laughter is never far from my lips, pleasure is never far from my touch.

Take my hand, come with me. Run by my side to the other side, to the dark side of the moon, into the darkness, where butterflies flutter as the wolves cry into the souls of all those who were born for this.

For the lazy Sunday mornings when all you have to do is close your eyes, and dream.

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• Bunnies on April 19, 2011
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  Zombies are a bit of a cliche, zombie bunnehs a bit of a stretch. It could have worked, had you made the changes between characters clearer, and given the bunnies more purpose. Now this seemed like it was trying too hard, trying to be horror just for the sake of it. There was no warmth between the lines. I could feel no fire. Passion, yes, but fire, no. And typos. Many typos.
  
• Ghost Writer on April 19, 2011
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  To a writer, the subject is stunning. We all have something unfinished, and time can run out any second. I loved the story, but it seemed too quick, too sudden. It seemed more like the synopsis of a novel than a short story. I would have liked if the story would have lingered on, slowly, enticingly, louring the reader in, seducing him. I got the image of old south, ancient mansions and abandoned slave quarters, of lazy life with books and scripts. It seemed almost sacrilige that such a story was mutilated into a few short pages. I wanted more, more, the life of the Bob, his granpa, the lives of all the writes whose lives were cut short. There is so much potential in this story. Please, share with us the rest of it.
  
• Everyone's A Critic on April 19, 2011
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  I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine. He's called "comma". I suggest you get to know him, well and thoroughly. The story in itself was, in a way, every writers' dream: get everything you wish for by just typing it. Ah, the bliss. But the execution lacked both finesse and charm. As a casual reader I wasn't drawn in, and as a girl, I found the writer a touch appalling. I sensed no life. No charm. And the title... well.
  
• A Fairy Tale on April 20, 2011
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  A pretty story, cute and warm, but what happened then? It ended abruptly, seeming almost unfinished. I would have liked to know more, more of the man's life, more of the fairy's life, of the way they entwined together, of their hopes and dreams and passion, since they obviously both were creatures of great emotion. Now the story seemed thin, less than it could have been. It scraped the surface of hidden depths, leaving too much to the imagination of the reader.
  
• Welcome to Midnight on April 20, 2011
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  Thoroughly enjoyable, thrilling in it's nightmarishness. The only thing that bothered me was that Brian didn't seem British enough. And there were a few typos that took some of the awe away. But in all, a very good story, well-written, captivating, and twisted enough to leave you wondering if it could really be.