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twelve. i've had enough
five things seamus can't stand about lavender.
lonely, stubborn, and complacent;- "Stop looking at me like that, Seamus," she says, warningly, from the other side of the room where she's curled up, barefoot in their brand new apartment. Seamus rather likes that she can be barefoot in their apartment, and that's what got him staring to begin with,
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ten. spaces and shadows
Byron had appeared in my dreams long before he ever appeared in my waking hours, a boy my age with dark messy hair and sharp aristocratic features like none I'd seen in our area before. He was striking enough in his dress and mannerisms, at once both snobbish and rebellious, but what clung to me most when I awoke were his eyes ( Read more... ) -
eight. dear sophie.
dear sophie.
remember the brand new moon in june?
that big black eye in the sky
one hell of a shiner.
you caught me staring and glared
i was unprepared for your question
jess what the hell is wrong with you?
i lied and replied
sophie you're pretty like the moon
or a punch in the face
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seven. road rage
continued directly from here."No," Betty says, slouching back into the patched velour seat. "Because the driver is a pushover ( Read more... ) -
six. let go and the mondays
...And don't forget to come on out to the Second Street Tea Shop this Saturday night to see your favorite local indie sensation Let Go and the Mondays. All ages show, first set starts at eight -- if the band's actually there on time. Don't leave us hanging again, Let Go. That's Let Go and the Mondays, all ages at the Second Street Tea Shop at eight ( Read more... ) -
five: abeline
spring.The weather was wet and newborn. Dew was chilled on the ground, the winter frosts long since thawed. The dawn was on the horizon, pale and weakly shining through a cast of gray clouds that hid the blue of the sky. The dark storm cloud, the ever present one to the east, remained as usual, a lingering shadow on the edge of the horizon, ( Read more... ) -
three. pica
Sometimes when Rook speaks, it's with the sound of rust grinding in his voicebox. The princess hasn't spoken in years, and so it gives Rook little reason to use his voice either. They communicate simply between each other, in soft touches and knowing looks. It makes the king worry, a disgusted drop in his stomach when he sees them together, and he ( Read more... ) -
two. the river
The river rushes beneath him. His stomach seems to be churning right along with it, bile like seafoam frothing at the back of his mouth, nerves eroding like the concrete blocks that border each side of the river. If Beast throws up a little, over the edge of the bridge and into the water below, it's only out of a feeling of solidarity. The river is ( Read more... ) -
one. genesis
In the end, there was everything, a world overflowing of animals and people and things, an earth choking on their chemical presence, shuddering and gasping as it seizured around it's axis, sputtering around a dying sun. And the Deceit looked around and saw the world and it's form, the way the earth had been shaped by the living, twisted into ( Read more... )