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Deleting my journal
Posting this so it shows up in feeds.
LJ is slated to go down tomorrow, so I'm deleting this journal. You can find me at https://favoritebean-writes.dreamwidth.org/.
I'll miss the friends and community here, but I do not approve of war.
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Portraits
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Robert Wilkinson believed that his meeting with Penelope Taylor was a blessing from the Lord God himself. She was the first morning drop of golden sunlight to him. More, she loved him in return. Robert wished to marry Penelope, and would, but his family continually refused to offer their blessing.
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Clowder Gathering
After the last of the group had been seated, Clarence puffed up his chest and sat up straight.
“Welcome,” he chirped.
Seven faces turned to him, very alert.
“We have gathered once again,” he began, “to reiterate why it is vital to-“
“Touch me again, and I’ll bite your tail!” hissed Gretchen, an elderly gray molly. She whacked a young orange ( Read more... ) -
LJ Idol
Hi,
I'm not sure about time commitments, but here's a tentative, "I'm in!" for the latest season of LJ Idol. In the event that LJ locks me out again, I have a Dreamwidth account under the name "Favoritebean_writes," which may update more often.
So um, hi, everyone!
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Farewell
The cat who inspired such characters as Missy in some of my short stories died July 6, 2020 at 4:45pm. She succumbed to kidney failure. Everyone here is heartbroken, and even the cats that still reside here are pretty sad ( Read more... ) -
Yesterday-Today
Yarn dolls and paper planes ( Read more... ) -
Homecoming
It was the 32nd of November in the land of Whatever in Calliope’s mind, and she was restless ( Read more... ) -
Real Talk
“Nothing bad will happen, right?” My daughter asks me every night. It’s the last pressing question she absolutely needs answers to before she will actually relax and try to sleep.
I try to reassure her, but sometimes I sound rather flippant about it. ( Read more... ) -
Glass Cliff CW: off screen violence
The women huddled together in the cellar that warm afternoon in May. Everyone, save for Mama Edney, made it safely to the cellar. Edney stayed back to close up the chicken coops. As Margaret made her way to the cellar, children in tow, she could hear her mother in law shooing the hens, chicks and rooster into their house ( Read more... ) -
Interplanetary Transactions
Gromprakin floated into the conference room sporting the warmest of smiles. In his many millennia working as a planetary auctioneer, he knew that he could easily have PrakinGrom’s latest acquisition sold by the end of the meeting. It was a war and pestilence torn planet, but it was a very lovely shade of azure, which would make this fixer upper ( Read more... )