The Investigator

This is a novel I have been working on for a few years now. I consider it in the science fiction/fantasy genre. Life is merely a game and no one seems to have a full set of the rules. Yet there obviously are rules and someone had to have written them. Each player appears to only know one or perhaps two of the rules. The Investigator has found a way to collect these rules through any means necessary and plans to find the maker of this game.

The Investigator

I will be updating this, at the very least, 2-3 times a week.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Mymyk

It takes words to sway a woman, to persuade her.
It takes violence and physical anger to break her.
And then
It takes but mere moments to craft her and shape her
Into the image and visage one so chooses.

Posted by Katrusha at Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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