It's been ten years since I first posted to Mibba, possibly longer since the day my good friend told me that Quizilla was dead and writers of original fiction had a new home. Ten years ago I was 16 and wanted nothing more than for my work to be on Project Fiction's Good Fiction list and to see my friends work on their list.All the friends I made through Mibba are unreachable or have chosen to not...

Mibba is totally different than when I found it 5+ years ago. I feel ancient and out of touch and it makes me pretty sad to think about. My group of writing friends, or at lease those I really admired are gone - or have at least moved on in their lives. This feels like the quizilla exodus only I don't have anywhere to go. All the works in my Good Reads post are either gone, never going to get...

My awesome friend Mockingbird; did this and I'm not looking forward to editing what I've written so bam. Procrastination. The Lost Souls by pieces; It's so eloquent and lovely Ellis Island by Wild Swan It's pretty freaking fantastic. I'm so jazzed to see where this is headed. The Secret Language of Boys by Mockingbird; In its hay day this story was pure brilliance. Maybe if you punch...