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Post by Lian on Nov 17, 2007 9:31:16 GMT -10
Drooling.....ME.........don't know what you're talking about *innocent look* ;D Sandra YES, Sanne...drooling...you...but don't forget... Lian "your crazy friend and headbangin' roomy"
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Post by Ace on Feb 12, 2008 9:43:21 GMT -10
Every morning was hard, everyday were like a hell on earth, the evenings worse still, but nothing could compete with the night. Long hours in the darkness, a tortured soul alone.
Ghost of the past lurking in the shadows never giving him peace. Images in his head of a time he was loved of a time he loved.
But nights pass making way to a new morn. Opening the gates of Hades that were never closed anyway.
But he could not give up he had sworn to protect. A tired guardian standing alone against the tides of time and crime.
(Something that I wrote today at work. Thinking of Horatio)
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Post by sanne on Feb 12, 2008 10:36:36 GMT -10
Always knew you were a good writer....and this underlines that knowledge perfectly Sandra
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Post by tanyadell on Feb 14, 2008 5:04:03 GMT -10
oohh Ace .......I love it when you find time to write.........it's always an awesome read........... tanyadell
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Post by Ace on Mar 29, 2008 23:02:38 GMT -10
Three seconds, it's a blink of an eye, or a lifetime depending on from which side are you looking.
It took three seconds to decide to go in. It took three seconds to realize that it was a mortal mistake.
It takes three seconds to see his life go by, three seconds can be a lifetime of memories of pain of love.
It takes three seconds to die.
(sorryy I once again killed Horatio, I wrote this thinking of Horatio even if I never mentioned his name.)
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Post by lucymalta on Mar 30, 2008 3:03:53 GMT -10
Nice to have you back Ace.... Missed Ya....
Lucy
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Post by sanne on Mar 30, 2008 6:33:12 GMT -10
WOW....great writing Ace.......It's really good to have you back Sandra
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Post by tanyadell on Mar 30, 2008 6:42:05 GMT -10
well Ace......gotta say I was thinking about Speed when I read that poem........it's perfect for Lost Son......soooo glad to see you back I missed your writing as well as your wp's tanyadell
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Post by Ace on Apr 3, 2008 10:12:18 GMT -10
Metamorphosis
I feel myself to change My arms are getting longer my fingers thinner. Ears are growin' pointed I feel growin' taller. Suddenly the pain ends. It stops and my breath is ragged. Then I calm down. I feel strong. I hear the call of the woods. My metamorphosis is complete.
4.6.2004
Whispers of lust
You whisper into my ear, but I can't hear you. I scream. You hurt me, just to hear me scream.
You came to me, whispering of lust, you felt towards me. You've done it before. Always whisperin' of lust.
You stop, stop hurting me. The whispers never cease. Still you whisper into my ear, it's oddly soothing, calming, yet, still they are just whispers of lust.
28.6.2004
These have nothing to do with David, but I wanted to show them to you.
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Post by sanne on Apr 3, 2008 20:49:22 GMT -10
It's great.......I like your style Sandra
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Post by tanyadell on Apr 5, 2008 5:13:08 GMT -10
wow Ace............love the first one but oohh wow the secomd one is soo hot.....thankx for sharing! tanyadell
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Post by Ace on Apr 16, 2008 7:28:43 GMT -10
I just wanted to tell you that my muses haven't abandoned me, but they are planning something else. They are planning on a crossover story of CSI NY and Miami. And I wanted to ask that do you want to read it? And if you do would you like to read it here or in fanfiction.net? I must warn you though that as you have learned my muses are like me, temperamental and fickle.
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Post by sanne on Apr 16, 2008 7:41:59 GMT -10
Of course we want to read it......well I do for sure....Preferably here..... Sandra
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Post by gonsy on Apr 16, 2008 7:52:15 GMT -10
Hi, Ace that sounds good! Of course that I want to read it, and it would be nice to do it here on the board. And don't worry about muses...we have a lot of patience Gonsy
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Post by Ace on Apr 16, 2008 7:57:56 GMT -10
Alright then, I'll post the first chapter here later this evening if something else doesn't happen.
But in the mean time, I will give you a teaser... muahhahahaaa
“What we got Detective?” Mac asked as he watched the rescue haul a young woman to the ambulance. “An injured officer.” Came the cold voice of detective Angel. She was pissed off that someone had attacked a fellow officer. “She had multiple stab wounds, a broken arm… and she was wrapped in this. And we found this on top of her chest.” Angel told Mac and pointed to a big piece of plastic and a badge beside it “I made a few phone calls and found out that our vic is officer Jaqueline Caine, daughter of Lieutenant Horatio Caine We have contacted him and he is on his way, but it will take a few hours since he is flying from Miami.” Mac sighed; someone had tried to kill an officer, one of their own and a daughter of a high profile cop. For a second Mac watched around and then got to work. Anyone who hurt a cop must have been very stupid; they got every cop in the city after them like bloodhounds. He and his team worked hard, they had to get this bastard.
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