maxamillionlives |
Date Joined: July 9, 2008
Last Login: Jan. 2, 2010 |
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12 Comments by maxamillionlives
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 6 months ago
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Cool, so did I. I guess I'll be seeing you soon. Hey, do you think they serve Corona in a frosty mug? -Max |
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 6 months ago
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What? |
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 6 months ago
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My bad, I accidentally published chapter two twice. I’m a bit of a dork. Please vote on the chapter with the full name and chapter number (Guilt Is An Angry Ghost - Chapter Two. -Max |
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 6 months ago
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You know Nash, I haven’t been writing for very long, but it is the one thing I enjoy when the rest of the world seems too real, too validating. The funny thing is, I discovered writing purely by accident. I was twenty years old and was asked to write a letter to my father, following his death. That letter ended up being over 50,000 words. It was within those words I discovered a greater respect for putting thoughts to paper, much more than a desire, but a need. “A Look Inside,” reminded me of something my father use to tell me a lot when I was young. He said that without an understood passion of my own, no one in the world could teach me anything. It’s good to know there are others out there who can validate those words. Thank you. –Max Ryan |
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 7 months ago
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You know what sucks. What you said is exactly right. I seem to have a problem these days being brave enough to let loose and write what I feel, moving things forward. The fact is, I spend so much time trying to make sure I’m not offensive, that I lose touch with what the reader needs to hear. The real ending to this particular chapter was going to be that the villain leaves Dr. Davis with a nicely wrapped package, and inside would have been Paige’s index finger. I chickened out at the last minute. Thank you for being honest. I’m a work in progress. Regards, -Max Ryan |
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 7 months ago
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I wanted to be clever with my comment on your writing, but instead I’ll cut to the chase – You are an amazingly gifted and lucid writer. You actually inspired me to write. |
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 7 months ago
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Hi Mark, Your work is good. You’ve got me hooked. In fact, I have read several of your works and I can honestly say I’m a fan. -Max |
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 7 months ago
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Thank you so much for the kind words. As far as the subject of rape is concerned, I feel it was more a matter of intensity than of me being brave; I’m not really a brave guy at heart, but I can be dramatic at times. Regarding the other two characters involved in the story: I simply ran out of word space within the post. Thanks again. -Max |
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 7 months ago
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That is a perfect review. Thank you. I admit I have a problem assuming the reader knows what’s in my head and so often times I fail to build the characters voice within a reasonable time frame; I jump the gun, so to speak. Writing is a hard accomplishment. Perhaps because it’s so damn personal. |
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maxamillionlives 3 years, 7 months ago
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I enjoyed this… Thanks. |
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9 Chapters by maxamillionlives
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3.5/5.0 - published Jul 19, 2008 - 3 comments (preview)
I’m truly sorry that it has to end this way. Believe it or not, my only crime was loving you for the sake of your beauty. Jealousy can do that. I wanted you to know the truth behind the mask. The only way that I could arrange this was to lie.
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2.9/5.0 - published Jul 17, 2008 - no comments - start of story (preview)
Kyle started to cry, burying his head in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “There’s some stuff going on and…”
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2.9/5.0 - published Jul 17, 2008 - 1 comment - start of story (preview)
Kyle started to cry, burying his head in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “There’s some stuff going on and…”
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3.9/5.0 - published Jul 15, 2008 - 3 comments (preview)
Something I had never shared with Kyle were the dreams his mother had, starting the day he was born, having to do with a ghostly figure in a tall black hat. That was when I knew, the nightmare was about to start all over again.
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3.1/5.0 - published Jul 14, 2008 - 3 comments - start of story (preview)
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I found pretty, little Paige responds nicely to a man’s needs… his desires”
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3.1/5.0 - published Jul 12, 2008 - 5 comments - start of story (preview)
“Please… tell me my daughter is all right.” I started to sob, my own self pity made me feel nauseous and ineffective.
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3.5/5.0 - published Jul 10, 2008 - 4 comments (preview)
It was in the summer of our junior year of high school that we came across the non member of our group, James. He was a stony kind of kid who would periodically appear and disappear throughout the summer months without rhyme or reason.
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3.2/5.0 - published Jul 09, 2008 - 1 comment (preview)
“Perhaps, but Aunt Debra is a bit of loon herself. Christ, remember last year at the Christmas party when she accused grandma of being a lesbian? I thought I was going to piss myself.”
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3.1/5.0 - published Jul 09, 2008 - 2 comments (preview)
I took the pistol out of the bag and placed it on the counter in front of me. The sleek black of the weapon against the pure white of the marble counter left an indelible, iconic image, like art or death.
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