Karma TrainShe opened her eyes into the dream. She isn’t surprised to see him there; after all he had become a fixture in her dreams lately. The young, attractive actor had been turning up in a variety of costume and character, to her mind a sure sign of an impending mid-life crisis. The school boy uniform confirms it.Karma Train
“You have an interesting mind,” he says when he notices her looking at him.
“Thank you,” she says with a girlish smile. She can feel her self blushing. It’s silly. This is just a dream, just like all the others, and what will happen will happen, and she wil
black dogs and boogiemen p2It’s a few days later, and we are all laying out under the stars in the graveyard that makes up Wayland’s back yard. Wayland and I have been joined for the evening by our significant others, Kate and Steve. Kate and Steve are working out nice, they don’t bitch about how much time Wayland and I spend together. They don’t get in between us, well figuratively; Steve is on his back in between us, hands behind his head looking up at the stars, occasionally kicking me gently as if to remind me he is still there. Some nights the three of us will lay like this all night, just drinking and talking and smokinblack dogs and boogiemen p2
black dogs and boogie menFrom the time I met Wayland Smith we were inseparable. I should start by saying his name isn’t really Wayland, just like my name isn’t Hal, his name is Christopher and mine is Mary. I’m called Hal after Halgert, a woman from the Norse sagas, and Wayland is called Wayland after the famous smith. I don’t know if giving your kids weird ass nicknames is a thing that all ministers do, but our parents did, and both Wayland and I are PK. That’s preacher’s kid. From what I understand we are a special breed of crazy, at least that’s what I hear. I don’t know, you can’t really tell fromblack dogs and boogie men
Bound Round Bound RoundBound Round
My name is Tegue Timms and I live with my family on a farm about twenty miles outside of Bathory City. It’s a quiet life. Or it was. Last week was our birthday; my twin William and I turned twelve. Last year on our birthday our Father died. I’m surprised I can say that so calmly. We knew it was coming, but that doesn’t, or shouldn’t, make it easier. It’s weird how it still doesn’t seem real to me; I still think he’ll be walking around the corner. I don’t know how William, my twin, or Ryes, our older brother, feel about Fa
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this may sound stupid
So whats the latest evil scheme?
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Same Shit Different Day.
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Same Shit Different Day.
General Admin of *Critique-It Member of #GimmeFeedback & *Photo--Assignment
Official Participant of NaNoWriMo
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Oh that starry night / Lost my sense of time
I don't know how I / Got my fingers burned
~Roisin Murphy
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silent films are full of sound, inaudibly free.
i am a jedi knight
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