Names Mick, and I have to write what I see when I see it. Some of it’s cynical, most of it’s blue none of it’s true. When I start writing, I let my mind take control of the keyboard and write whatever word comes next. Scenes appear in my mind and take on a life of their own. I don’t plot my semantic structure or pine over metaphor or symbolism, but somehow these techniques creep into a strory or rant.
I can’t stand genereic fiction, romantic poems or fluffy prose. What’s the point? Write with bite is my motto. Fluff is pink puff. Save that for eating off a stick at the county fair.
One last thought. Plagarism is for idiots, so if you go on this site to steal ideas then you’re not a creative soul but an immoral cunt! We shouldn’t have to worry about stating the obvious, but I’ll say it anyway…The written materials appearing on this site are copywritten by law, and if you steal the ideas or actually copy, you will be exposed.
T. Mick Donald is a member of NSFW, ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, Blue Room, FEATURED ONLY, THE DARK CELL, Twisted Tales and Woman Appreciation.
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‘Hey, Sid,’ yells Manny. ‘I love ya’ you old fuckin’ chicken you. I’m glad to be goin’ down with ya’, man.’
Sure, he was 10-years old, but what his mother had taught him by then was more than enough to satisfy most of the eighth-grade girls.
Past, Present and Future walked into the bank at 9:01a.m. It was tense.
The elasticized, rubber tube was attached to the genitalia of any account member wishing to augment his or her existing balance of urine.
...let her see how she likes the steady stream of pale piss cascading down her leg and down under the arch of her foot.