What's with this shit?


A reasonable question if there ever was one.  This shit is some of
the erotica that I wrote between the ages of 13 and 18.  All of it
(in this section) was written on a rather nice word processor that my
parents bought for me before I went to high school.  The extremely
nice thing about the word processor was that for storage it used 3.5"
diskettes that are still used in computers today.  Not too long ago I
attempted to transfer all of my files from word processor to computer
and found that the text was there but the formatting was slightly
screwed up.  I've been attempting to reformat the documents and make
them as readable as possible.  About that time I came upon this
wonderful database.  

As I was reformatting my documents I was also re-reading them. 
Though some of the syntactical errors and the general low quality of
the writing dreadfully embarrassed me, I saw a certain charm that
they still held for me.  They were some of my oldest fantasies and,
while they no longer gave a fair representation of my tastes and
views of love and sexuality, they were definite road marks as to my
developments in those areas.  I could plot through the stories where
I had viewed certain things in certain ways and when those views had
changed.  Anyone who's been writing, in any genre, for a while can do
the same by looking at past work.  Because I was surprised the
stories weren't completely horrible I suppose I took a certain pity
on them and decided to add them to the stories that I intended to
show to strangers.

There is one glaring (and millions of minor) problems with these
stories.  The major problem is that they're all unfinished.  When I
was writing these I would always view them as extremely long works-in-
progress.  Some of them I never fully intended to finish, they would
be continued to be written forever.  Others I either got bored with
or, after an extended absence, I felt like starting a new story.  As
such, every story in this old collection is unfinished to the extent
that there is no resolution.  None of them end in mid-sentence or
even mid-thought, but there is a certain incompleteness about them
all.  For that I am sorry.  

Though I have no intentions of completing any of the stories that
are in this section, at least two of them have enough material in
them or implied to mount an expedition to write completely new
stories.  Perhaps some of these characters, situations, and themes
will end up in my future works.  I hope so, they're certainly still
important to me.

That said, I hope that you enjoy these minor stories, whoever you
are, and decide to come back often and read what I've put up.  Any
suggestions, words of praise or admonishment, and death threats will
be taken seriously and a response is guaranteed.





gnome 

ummagumma1@thedoghousemail.com

 

  
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