Second entry for Brigits Flame. I'm in a dour mood, I think. Beware. Also, this is the first piece I've ever written in second person, because while it can be completely riveting when done right, it comes off as totally pretentious when done wrong. But I like how the detached feel of it went with the subject matter. So.

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It hurt. Of that much she was sure. She could feel it pressing down on her chest, suffocating her, crushing the breath from her body. She struggled against it, gasping. It was going to kill her, she thought dimly. She'd never get it off, and it would just press and press and press down on her, and when they found her body three days later they'd ( Read more... )

I'm going to be using this journal to post opinions, stories, challenge responses. I have this crazy need to write, write, write everything out, and I've started to feel too exposed at my personal LJ. I've made friends there. and contacts, and I've posted about my personal struggles and triumphs.

It's no longer a safe space for innermost thoughts.

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Writing journal. Rock.