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"Seven 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."Seven Weeks" by ~whitekitsune555
She's going to be okay. Abortions are so much simpler than they used to be. Just take the pills and wait and soon it'll be gone, like it was never even there. No surgery, no signs. No change. She flips the page.
Two other women are waiting for the doctor. One is clasping her hands in prayer so tightly that h
Sleeping When Mom called to tell me that Dad had died, I thought about the last time I'd seen him, how I'd left the hospital because he wouldn't stop flirting with the nurses. I thought about the first time he'd caught a boy kissing me, how he'd threatened to get out his shotgun even though he didn't own one. And then I thought about the first lie he ever told me. I was four, and we were driving home when I saw a deer on the side of the road.Sleeping by ~whitekitsune555
"Daddy, what's wrong with that deer?"
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, then smiled and said, "It's alright, princess. He's just sleeping." He explained that animals like to take naps during the
The Doll Shop At the airport there's a tiny kiosk with a tarnished silver nameplate above the window flap so old that the letters have worn completely off. Or, perhaps, there was never a name there to begin with. On a given day, hundreds of travelers will pass by the shop without even seeing it. Many will get a coffee at the Starbucks on its right, and a handful will browse for books at the miniature Barnes & Noble on its left. Once in a long while, a little girl will drag her mother up to the narrow opening and stand on her tiptoes to peer in.The Doll Shop by ~whitekitsune555
The inside of the kiosk is just a bit bigger than it looks from the outside. A single black candle that smells
The Beagle When the beagle runs across the street not fifteen feet in front of me, I follow it without too much thought. I pull into the parking lot of the pizza parlor where it's sniffing for scraps, and tell my friend Doug in the passenger seat that I'll check its tags and call the owner. When I walk up to her, there are no tags, only bloodshot caramel eyes surrounded by graying fur, matted hair covered in dander, and a tail tucked firmly between her legs. Her belly is full and round, but her ribs are showing and I think of starving Ethiopian children with distended stomachs. Or maybe her swollen teats mean she's pregnant.The Beagle by ~whitekitsune555
Doug reaches into the bac
Intimidation by ~Blue-Fox
The Company of a Good Friend. I was in the pub talking with my friend. We touched on many things, football, politics and news. But I had an idea what he really wanted to talk about; he wanted to talk about my best friend.The Company of a Good Friend. by *MadHatch
Eventually after an age he got round to it, hesitant at first - and in a whispered voice, he asked me how Death had become my friend.
So, I explained how I'd sent out an invitation, by post of course, inviting Death over for nothing more than a cup of tea, a chat and possibly a game or two of Chess. Naturally I'd been laughed at by people when they'd found out what I'd done, but the laughter stopped when the following Friday, Death turned up on my
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| 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. |
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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior.
Dan Green: real name, no gimmicks.
"ISHIZU, WHAT'S THAT THING OVER THERE!? I WONDER WHAT IT IS! LOUDLY DO I WONDER ABOUT IT!!" -Marik
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- In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, people take Prozac to make it normal.
- #Awesome-Lit
anyway, i just wanted to let you know that i made a specific page for Girl Gamers. So that's where i should be posting most things.
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that should take you there.
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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior.
Dan Green: real name, no gimmicks.
"ISHIZU, WHAT'S THAT THING OVER THERE!? I WONDER WHAT IT IS! LOUDLY DO I WONDER ABOUT IT!!" -Marik
Oooh, sweet! I'll
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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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- In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, people take Prozac to make it normal.
- #Awesome-Lit
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- In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, people take Prozac to make it normal.
- #Awesome-Lit
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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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- In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, people take Prozac to make it normal.
- #Awesome-Lit
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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)