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Because again their are people inside my head
The first time a vampire told me I wasn’t food; I might have been slightly insulted. After all what was wrong with my vital essence. At the time it was said in such an icy cold tone, the true meaning of those words were beyond me. There was, and still is something humorous about the hurt that cut through me. I didn’t want to be vampire chow. I was ( Read more... ) -
Sometimes...
Sometimes, the words flow with ease, like water over smooth stone ( Read more... ) -
Trying to read more, not just write.
Listened to The Library of Lost Things by Phaedra Patrick. I decided to try listening to it through overdrive. It was interesting how sometimes the right book falls into your lap. It didn't change my life or anything, but it made me aware of something that I hadn't been consciously aware of before ( Read more... ) -
Fever
Fever ( Read more... ) -
Freckles
Freckles ( Read more... ) -
Prompt Table December
So this is a prompt table I'm going to attempt. 31 for the month of december. I won't be able to post tonight, at least not the link, but Storm is started, maybe finished.
001.Storm.
002.Desire.
003.Fog.
004.Today.
005.Freckles.
006.Thrive.
007.Sound.
008.Ends.
009.Home.
010.Jealousy.
011.Haunted.
012.Despair.
013.Secret.
014.Disheveled.
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Move In Day
It's Moving Day!
Pulling up my Live Journal Roots and moving them to Dreamwidth, got the cross-posting figured out I think. I am going to begin on December first by Starting a prompt table. 31 days of prompts. I have to find a good table and take the time each day to post. -
Puppy Sighs
So, just something funny. I've a new puppy, she's a tiny little thing with big eyes and ears with attitude. She snuggles against my side whenever she can, and she sighs so heartily when she curls up on my chest her little head tucked between my jaw and shoulder ( Read more... ) -
Ink from the Pen
The trembling begins without her permission. The tingling flows hard on its unwelcome heals. Her breathing stutters, her heart beats too fast. A chill passes down her limbs. Her hands are ice. Her throat is desert-dry, and though words try to form in the depths of her mind, nothing reaches her lips ( Read more... ) -
Quiet
QuietLady Saille ( Read more... )