Just a quick updateAll of them are up on my livejournal. Mainly because it's such a pain in the arse to format things for dA.
So if you want to read all 100 of them, check out my livejournal.
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Reality Silent, swift, she slipped through the brush. If she’d stopped for a moment and let the thoughts catch up, she’d have wondered why the forest floor was so smooth, why the branches and stones weren’t cutting into the meat of her palms. But not today; today she was running. Today she was hunting.Reality
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The girl looked to the judge as if she’d be no more than ninety pounds, soaking wet. Her eyes darted about and there
Inhale“What?”Inhale
He gives her a smile that barely covers the look of pity and disgust. “You really didn’t see that coming, did you?” He laughs and she feels something sharp twist into her heart. “You poor little thing. This must come as such a shock to you.”
She opens her mouth but nothing comes out so she shuts it and simply stares across the table. Around her the café moves at a frantic pace but she hears none of it.
“Well,” he says absently, gesturing to the waiter for the check, “you’re taking th
Guardian“Dad?” My voice echoes…and I’m afraid. Up to this point, I’d been fine. But now…I’m afraid.Guardian
Dad dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night? Not happy about it but fine. Being blindfolded as soon as we got in the car? Once again, not happy but I’ll live. Long drive, slowly growing more and more bumpy, dusty, and hot? Slightly worrying but this is Egypt, so it’s fine. Going from that bumpy, dusty, and hot atmosphere down deep until it’s flat, dusty, and bone-chillingly cold?&nbs
| Snoringly thrilled and whining about insanity. |
Artistic
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I am ...
Thank you so much for coming by and faving!
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My hand is a fool's hand: beware, all tables and walls and whatever else still offer room for foolish frill or scribbling skill.
~Nietzsche Thus Spoke Zarathustra: "On the Spirit of Gravity"
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~Jozi~
~Nice eh? Cowboy!~
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“Let us to it pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.”
Richard III (V, iii, 312-313)
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~Jozi~
~Nice eh? Cowboy!~
"Blonde"
Wicked, good musical. Nice stuff too
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(to the tune of iron man) I am ice cream man, hitting little children in my big white van. I have a girly voice, I think its because I hit little boys. I think children are nice, because they taste so good with rice.
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“Let us to it pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.”
Richard III (V, iii, 312-313)
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