June 14, 2007 by Avy.

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where’s the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?

Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for at hero 'till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero 'till the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Larger than life

Doo doo doo doooo
Doo doo doo doooo
Doo doo doo doooo
Aaahhh
Aaahhh

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There’s someone reaching back for me

Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero 'till the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life

I need a hero
I'm holding out for at hero 'till the the end of the night

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning strikes the sea
I could swear there is someone somewhere
Watching me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like a fire in my blood

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'till the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'till the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night

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June 14, 2007 by Avy.

That damned pigeon keeps hangin out on the porch!!!

So I joined writing.com a while ago to get feedback from strangers on my writing. Strangers are less likely to lie for the sake of your feelings.

Here’s a review I recently received for “Senses”:

Heya! Aw don’t worry too much about that writers block. I’m joining the club at this very moment. I do hope the rest comes to you, though . Dreams are tricky to apply in this way. I liked the way you started off–very well written. It definately catches the reader’s attention right away; it did for me which is hard to do .

My suggestions would be to insert some discription of the setting before jumping into dialog at the top of Chapter One + a little more throughout to beef up the quotes early on. The first thing she says sounds like an internet connection to me, but it’s not completely clear what that sound is. Maybe it’s just me . I’m not quite clear on what her job is. I caught two tiny things: she had lost control & avoided As much. Your grammer and spelling appear to be spot on. Toward the end its almost like I can feel your writers block coming on. Sorry, it’s hard to explain! Like, when I read back some of my work when I’ve had WB I feel the same thing.

So I like feedback from all angles I guess, but I admit the misspelling of grammar through me off (jk, it threw me off).

Oh and I guess I have to have a talk with my mom and aunt today. I feel like they’re in a little secret society to find out what’s up wiith me– more than what I tell them. I just want to be left alone when it comes to my non-family life. It’s no one’s business, but I’ll say something just to make them go away if I have to. I love them but damn! I should’ve never told them me and Erik broke up to begin with. Seriously.

My mom called me tryin to set me up with some Jamaican guy she met who she knew was too young for her but “was lookin good.” Apparently he was very well mannered and had only been here for 4 years…. which means his ass is JAMAICAN-Jamaican. I wouldn’t date him even if I was single. No that’s mean. I just have a bad history with Jamaican men being assholes, especially to women… doesn’t mean they all are, but still. (I’m NOT racist, I’m prejudiced. that’s so wrong. I’m goin to a hot place)

Okay so here’s the deal, is it sweet that my mom was thinkin that, yeah, but she KNOWS I’m not interested in anyone so I think she’s got the feelin Erik and I are together and she’s just fuckin meddling. And I’m just annoyed. My Aunt also got funny and wants to come over and have dinner with me. She’s a sneaky ass. My grandmom always asks about me and Erik and I CAN’T lie/avoid the truth with her. I suck at that. She’s my grandmom. Plus she knows how I feel about him and all that shit and just leaves it as is. Whereas my mom and Aunt annoy me. Well no. My mom does.

Aunt Renee is like me: We don’t wanna tell you what to do, we just want you to know that we know.

Bah. McIntyre women annoy me sometimes.

So anyway. I need a nap. Back to work. This too shall pass.

EDIT: And for the record, I don’t care who knows I’m with Erik cuz I’m in love with him. I just avoid the family because they don’t stfu when I ask them to. So why bother. My grandmom is the only exception.

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