Tell me your secrets...
I've always been a keeper of secrets. A dark closet, full of filing cabinets stuffed to burst with whispered broken promises, angry outbursts, and visions supposedly unseen.
As an aspiring writer, I've created secrets that get laid out in prose. I've written my own secrets into a quilt of words. Now I want yours.
Please, post anonymously (that's the only condition). I've even turned off IP tracking for this post.
Tell me anything. A secret. Something you might have wanted to say to me. Something you might have wanted to say to someone else. A sin. A crush. A lust. Private victories. Things you're afraid to admit to even yourself. Anything. Everything.
Tell me something. Tell me everything. I want to laugh and cry with you, and really feel what you're telling me.
Share with me, and, I promise, I'll share with you.
Let's try this again...
March 15, 2005: Because my beloved wasting-time site, DigitalDialecte, went under, I created a site full of games. My Internet companions now worship me. Join my minions at Playtime.
All internal links now function. All external links point to where they should. Furthermore, everyone's gotten their shots.
