Lurking Pickles

Apr 24, 2003 00:47

Steve raced down the alley, his lungs thirsty for more of the night air, his heart on the verge of bursting. The alley intersected another. As Steve ducked left, his foot caught on a crack in the uneven pavement. He fell like a tomato, squishing slightly on impact and didn’t have the energy to get back up. Prone, panting on the asphalt, he shut his ( Read more... )

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hey! anonymous April 25 2003, 02:36:09 UTC
Hey! I've seen that before. In fact, I inspired it. :)

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Re: hey! postscription April 26 2003, 18:47:13 UTC
This is true. Though I never said that what goes up on Postscription is all new stuff. It was one of those days when I had to poast but hadn't written anything recently, so i dove back into the archives, only I didn't use archival quality ink, so it had all faded into illegibility, so I re-wrote it verbatim from memory. Really.

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Re: hey! anonymous April 27 2003, 13:03:28 UTC
You didn't really rewrite that from memory.

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Re: hey! postscription April 27 2003, 20:37:33 UTC
You can't prove that.

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