Hello everyone!!

I just want to say thank you for taking the time for reading my stories and encourage me to keep writting. i have a few more in the works, but i wanted to see what would the results b with just a couple at the time :)

My genres vary as i have multiple preferences, from comedy to horror, with drama and fantasy in between. I have enjoyed the works of fellow writters and have been inspired in more ways than I can explain. But all in all, its a great and exciting experience.

So please review and tell me what you think.

We can chat, we can jest and have fun.

You can even tell me what i'm doing wrong

Comment, share and discuss ideas. (It almost rhymed... almost)

But really I love to read and have also discovered a passion for writing. My first multi chapter in this website is my very first one period.

And from other writers I have learn:

To be open minded, the possibilities are endless no matter if is about the same characters.

Be explicit when it needs to be and know when to leave things to the imagination.

Express feelings the way I feel them when writing so others can understand the intensity of any given story.

Be open for criticism. Whether good or bad, we all need to know either we're doing something good or we're just messing things up when it could be good or better. Just don't be rude. Is the approach that gets the attention.

Ideas come from everywhere and anything. From everyone and no one in particular. Heck, you can even get inspiration from a rock.

A story is born from an idea. a particular point that you want to express, but the real story is how to get to that point and what happens after.

To me reading is like the ultimate movie. And I perceive it like this:

Whether a picture of my imagination or a deep longing hatching to surface with no receiver. But right now what I feel is the deep urge to cry, to smile, to love even though there’s no apparent real reason. And yet, is alive in my mind.

With each passage I read I see it in my mind's eye almost as a memory. A treachery of my inner emotions that are revealing against the banishment they have been under. A suppression that its only growing weaker. I see the images and feel what they feel, their pain, worry, anger, love, even lust over a lover not yet accepted yet desired.

Words can travel deep, far but distorted. All to end up in a sad, deep longing. I feel empty… no.. not empty, for now I realize that I’m full of what I feel up to a certain point, but what frustrates me is that there's no one on the receiving end, ergo, no one to reciprocate. Because if not empty, at least , not complete. I want what they have. Feel what and how they feel. I smile along with them. I feel the same way they do along with the butterflies that any given action merits them. I don’t know if is the author’s skill or just my mind seeking what my heart and soul crave but i live along those that others bring to life.

It might sound hard, serious or even dramatic and depressing but when you read something you like, don't you feel all those things as well? ... Think about it!