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le story (for krys' critique)
There I was; pinned.
My arms remained flaccid and heavy by my side.
Any attempt to move them became pointless.
The tips of my fingers were buzzing with adrenaline or sobriety, I couldn’t tell which.
My heart wasn’t beating, or if it was, it was too fast to make out a rhythm.
My body was awake.
The buzzing spread from my fingers to my elbows, shoulders ( Read more... ) -
HURRAAAHH!!
EVERYBODY!!!
Emma and I came up with a brilliant idea!!
You are all invited to take part in a weekly competition of sorts.
Here's the deal--
>> A phobia is selected from this list.
>> You have a week to artistically express your interpretation of the selected phobia.
>> You must submit your finished piece on the due date.
>> All submissions must be ( Read more... ) -
fuuuucking hell.
I feel like shit ( Read more... )
