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TM 313: Write About Something Old, Something New, or Something Borrowed.
Borrowed isn't really the word that I would use to describe the book I've got in my possession. Old, on the other hand, this dusty, musty old tome certainly is, and if Jennifer Kale would actually let me open the damn book, I'd love to take a little peeksie inside and see what's what. Of course, she, along with Topaz, are incredibly - annoyingly, ( Read more... ) -
TM 307: Trick/Treat
I’d be remiss if I didn’t say that I wasn’t one of the denizens of Hell who wasn’t so fond of Halloween. It’s so terribly overdone, so terribly trite. Women running around in gauzy red nightgowns, wearing a pair of velvet horns, pretending to be devils and succubi, teenage boys trying to be cheeky by dressing up as cheerleaders and nuns, little ( Read more... ) -
TM 304: What are you hiding from?
Darling, please. I’m the Devil’s Daughter. What could I possibly have to hide from beyond angry, hyper-religious people from middle America who have nothing better to do but try to shove Christian values down the throats of everyone around them so as to try and control their carefully built society?
Okay.
Fine.
I admit it.
I’m sort of hiding ( Read more... ) -
TM 303: Collection(s)
I make no secret of the fact that I collect souls for a living. Well, okay, I do keep it somewhat a secret. I mean, a date wouldn’t start off on the right foot if you told your victim-to-be that as payment for a wonderful - or awful - night, you’re going to collect his soul sometime during the kiss good night. There would be no kiss good night if ( Read more... ) -
TM 300: This Is...
This is fun. Being the new neighbor in a hyper-religious little town where the women are ridiculously well-coordinated, with their hair sprayed so much that it's a wonder they can keep their heads up. Church socials once a week, block parties in the summer, neighborhood secret Santas during Christmas...you know, all the good old stuff. The ( Read more... ) -
TM 293: Talk About A News Item
It’s funny. As bright and sunny and beautiful as Los Angeles can be during the day time - if one doesn’t take into account the thick, overbearing layer of smog, at any rate - it can be just as cold, dank, and dark at night.
I prefer the nights.
Though I’m not feeling the least bit cold, I wrap my long leather coat around myself and suck in a deep ( Read more... )