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Welcome to this edition of the Complainer Guy. I'm Cuss Cussington and I will be your complainer. Please do pardon the French and the charming graphics. Let me begin by just saying, Crap. All I see is

Dearest, Theophilus Yet another day passed, as I lay on the cove enthroned between the Rock Of Avalon and sea. This vision was given to me of the young lady. I meditated on it for a while until understanding

Every Writers Battle Or Every Steemiarn's War? Ok, so It's tough being off the scene for a while. Especially when you've only just begun. I was or am a fledgling writer here on Steemit. Obviously, that

Dearest, Theophilus I hope that these thirteen pieces have found you well. It is one of the last remaining tales of the Ancient Ones and our feeble attempts as godlings to thwart their awful will. However,

Dr. Coldero, Minerva and Rah-el gathered to the center of the hospital. It looked to be the most divine room in the entire building. Only the keeper walked its archways and admired its well crafted structures.

Mork barley awoke to the cool steel of lattice bars pressed against his cheek bone; however, hunger aroused his darker nature forcing the woozy remnants of victory wine away. "Oy, Oy! Meat! I needs

As a writer I'd rather have honest feed back and criticism, rather than upvotes. Upvotes can't tell me on how to improve my writing. They can't tell me all of the little nuances which go into writing a

It was the final dawn of the lingering spring and the clouds embraced the sky in red passion. "We're nearly there Doctor", a voice said over the sound of hooves rumpling white gravel. "Buenos

Que pasa mi gente?! I tend to be a very private person so this is difficult for me. I'm a bit nervous, so please bear with. And that's probably because I know that I can shield myself from criticism in

He staggers upon the cosmic press and from the tears of man a vintage brewed. Fermented with the curiosities of pain and joy.... Flavor Of The Gods, Tome I Book IV The Triune Scale So, yes I’m drunk...

"They say bread is the most powerful." "Yer Daft man no it isn't. It's freckin bread for Pete's sake. Stupid yank." "Have you ever seen a bread master fight before? Better yet

"It will nearly be your hundredth year", he said out of the darkness. His voice was the essence of bass and prestige. "I know that I've never said it...but you sound a lot like James Earl