Billy, 

I wish people would give honest critique on my writing. I don't see myself as a writer. Writing is just an outlet for me. I do write for me first and foremost but sometimes I do want to know if what I slap on the screen has any merit. It probably won't stop me from writing but it's always good to know where I stand.

Sorry to hear of your ordeal, I assure you that not everyone in the writer's gallery is looking for a pat on the back.

Leah 

Cleaned out cache and that resolved my problem.

Thank you for your help SndCastie!

Leah

"As I was saying, I assume you know Osmond was my first incarnation. All I could do back than was swim around the blow up kiddie pool to test my circuitry." He said with that far away look in his eyes.

"Thanks to Connie I am much more advanced than that now." He said flexing his right arm and marveled by his own hand. A scene of Data being tempted by the wonderfully creepy and hypnotic Borg Queen flashed through her mind.

"I still have those memories. There's nothing quite like wadding around in calming circles in the blow up kiddie pool."

Cheryl had to bite her tongue to keep from asking "Are you familiar with physical forms of pleasure?" Instead she cleared her throat and asked.

"And that's what you were doing when I knocked?"
"Yes" He answered.
"In the kiddie pool!" She asked.

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The bathroom was really a powder room covered with mirrors from floor to ceiling. Who would ever want to see themselves sitting on the toilet a thousand times over? Too tacky, she thought. She put the lid down and sat on the toilet to plot her next move. This certaintly isn't the bathroom that he and Osmond where bathing in she mused. There was something about this man that got under her skin and it's just not ruggedly handsome face or quirky behaviour. She didn't believe for one minute that he was a ventriloquist. There was a dark and other worldly quality to the voices. She saw something out of the corner of her eye and notiiced that all mirrors were fogged up. Chills ran down her back as the air in the room suddenly got cold. She threw the door opened and flew out of there and plowed right into him. She threw her arms around his neck and clung to him scared out of her wits. "I came to tell you to run the fan; the humidity in there is terrible." He told her matter of factly.

She had a bewildered look on her face. One of us must be crazy she thought. "I know it's not me, all I wanted was baked alaska. OK, I'm not crazy but I am talking to myself. Not Good Cheryl! Fudge!" "Cheryl, how rude of me. I am so sorry." He said apologetically, took her by the hand and lead her to the door. "Let me introduce myself, I am Jacob the great ventriloquist." He made a grand gesture and kissed the back of her hand. "I have been having a bit of fun at your expense. Please forgive me, let me walk you home. A sweet girl like you shouldn't be out alone."

"Splenda!" The voice yelled as the word echoed through out the house. "Err umm real sugar will do" She said. He reached into the cupboards overhead and handed her the whole bag. "Here take it, I have plenty. Besides, I'm starting on a strict protein diet."

"I'm really sorry to bother you so late." She explained watching him pour the bourbon generously into a clean glass. "It's just that I ran out of sugar and all the stores are closed and I have such a raging craving for baked alaska." And it's not even that time of the month she thought to herself. He turned around and handed her the drink. Nervously she took a gulp. Than she remembered that one doesn't gulp down bourbon. You're suppose to sip it and let it sloshed around in your mouth before you let it burn a nice smooth trail down your throat.

Standing infront was her was this goregeous man! Which made her feel even more self-concious about messing up her words. She almost covered her eyes. He was only wearing a towel around his waist. Water droplets still glistened on his chiseled body and in his hand was a rubber yellow ducky!

She grabbed the knocker and was about to knock when she heard a loud creak as the door swung open. But there was no one there. "I was wondering if I could borrower a cup of sugar" she blurted out nervously.

Diana, I love your idea of a joint theme challenge Sometimes I read a poem or a story and think wow, I wish someone would illustrate this. Or sometimes I see a great picture in the galleries that inspires a story or poem inside my head. I don't know how but I think it would be cool if we collaborate with the other galleries. The tandem story idea sounds fun!

Yes indeed Tallpockets. Just baffles the mind. To the topic at hand.... thee immortal one: Doesn't sound like such a forum is going to be created. Someone may have suggested this in an earlier response (I admit I didn't read every response, my eyes started glazing over the OT stuff) but I'll state my suggestion here anyway. Looks like you already signed up for another account to post this thread. Use this account and express your dark side there free from stigmatizing your other works. I understand the need for anonymity and the need to express ones self and I say go for it! For those that shy from the darkness. I say there is darkness and light within all of us. Deny the darkness, fear it, pretend it's not there and you deny a part of yourself. I'm not saying you should act on it and go on a murderous rage or something like that NO....DO NO HARM....find a constructive way to express yourself. Art and writing are great examples.

Thank you for sharing this excerpt, it's very encouraging to read.

Funny....What a rejection letter. This is my take on it. The rejection letter is so endlessly complicated by details of reference and information, the interim message become so much of a nuisance despite their relevance, that the very action of the letter seems to be to become hopelessly bogged down and the letter, eventually, unreadable. heheh Thank you for sharing this dailyn..good to know that it happens to everyone.

Thank you for this great resource! I'm sorry to hear about your rejection...but at least you have the courage to submit something. Good for you! Keep writing and submitting! Leah

kmw - it helps to know I'm not the only one feeling this way. I agree with you, I chose the former as well.