Seven WeeksSeven WeeksSeven Weeks
The walls of the waiting room are pale pink. She heard somewhere that this is supposed to make her feel relaxed. That's why they sometimes put prisoners in pink cells, so they won't want to kill each other. She tries not to look at the walls, though, because she's pretending to read a Newsweek article about some Italian sex scandal.
"Are you going to be okay?"
Of course she's going to be okay. It's so much simpler than it used to be. Just take a pill and wait and soon it'll be gone, like it was never even there. But that's not what the question really means. She flips the page. &
Shiny Wings the Color of BloodShiny Wings the Color of BloodShiny Wings the Color of Blood
By the time I was nine, I was fed up with reality. I'd realized that nothing magical or supernatural existed. All the interesting stuff was fake; ghosts, wizards, superheroes, Santa Claus, even the monster under my bed. That's why I spent so much time daydreaming. I read comic books and watched cartoons and made believe that I was someone else, someone better. But mostly, I waited for the sun to set. I loved falling asleep. For just a few hours every night, it was like it all came true. I didn't have to pretend; I really was a fairy princess in an enchanted meadow or a pirate on the high seas
Kitsune no YomeiriKitsune no YomeiriKitsune no Yomeiri
Rain falling, Sun shining: Fox wedding.
IblisIblisIblis
All psychiatrists have that one patient we’ll always remember. For some of us, it’s the person we helped the most, the one whose life we really made better. Maybe it’s the kid we helped get off drugs, the suicidal husband who agreed to go back to his wife and start over, or maybe it’s just the person who had the biggest smile when they left our office for the last time.
Of course, those are the lucky ones.
The rest of us have to live with the ghosts of the ones we couldn’t save, the ones who were just as broken when they left us no matter how hard we tried to put them back
| I don't know what I can tell you that hasn't already been mentioned in the Devious Info section. ... I guess I could explain the whole fox thing... "Kitsune" is the Japanese word for fox, and Japanese mythology holds that all foxes have magical powers. Kitsune with nine tails, also called "Kyuubi," are especially powerful, and white kitsune are usually the servants of the androgynous god(dess) Inari. So, if I were an animal, I would be a kitsune. And now you know something new about me. Yaaaay. |
Deviations
Joy
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"Life is a Banquet and most sons of bitches are starving to death!"
-Mame
"Love is me gently leading you back to yourself."
- Anon.
I did a draft of my Firefly story not too long ago, but it didn't come out at *all*. I'll be trying it again sometime, but I need to give myself time to think about the idea, make sure that I'm actually saying what I want to say.
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I do not think to touch the sky with my two arms.
-Sappho (Trans. H. T. Wharton)
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