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( Quiz-a-licious )

The first thing that pops into my head is the “Always On My Mind” song. Not the Willie Nelson looking-back version or Elvis Presley with his crooner smoothness convincing someone of something he doesn’t mean, but the Brenda Lee version with her husky, pounding voice. When she sings it, it sounds like she’s trying to stop someone from leaving the ( Read more... )

Just coming off a double at work, Oz was tired, ready for some dinner and an incomprehensible foreign movie. About halfway home, Oz was also pretty sure that somebody was following him. The wolf-sense-i-ness just kicked in sometimes. He slowed his pace a little and felt the person behind him doing the same. Sniffing the air a little, he smelled ( Read more... )

The days were seeming sorta empty and quiet without Tucker and Warren around. Oz kept thinking about calling Cordelia or at least talking to some of the guys at work, but just couldn't think of the right way to start things. Not that Oz didn't enjoy the silence, the alone time, but sometimes the thoughts get talking so loud that it was hard to ( Read more... )

Sunrises are one of those things I usually only see from one side. Up all night, the morning reminds me it’s time to head out, go home or pass out. I have never been one of those morning people just waiting for the sun to come up so that they can start the day. I’m more of a hit-the-snooze-type guy, holding on to the last moments of sleep that I ( Read more... )

Tunnels are conduits, allowing movements between one place and another, as well as back again. I remember being pretty impressed with the tunnel under the English Channel. Channel tunnel. Engineering never really being a priority of learn-iness, it makes it all the cooler, a mystery of man versus nature. That whole man-nature thing could be sort of ( Read more... )

The whole idea of memories of summer makes you think of sunshine near the river, long warm evenings walking down suburban streets and some sort of frozen dairy treat clutched in the hand, melting. There is a kind of mythos around it that it can only be lived up to if you are in a John Hughes movie ( Read more... )

Mun is out of the country until October 18th, so she's incommunicado. Happy RP, TMland.

Well, Hidden. As far as I can tell about this writing prompt, it is referring to a 1987 movie about an Alien on the run in America. I, sadly, have not seen this flick, so feel unable to write an expose on it’s importance to me or my life ( Read more... )

There are different kinds of lies. I think the one I am the most guilty of is a lying-by-not-saying kinda lie. Being a quiet dude, one just finds it easier to stay silent rather than letting loose with lies to cover up a truth. I’m not sure if mine is the worst kind, but it is the easiest one. No attention gets drawn and usually truths just kind of ( Read more... )