A space-giraffe? Really? On top of everything else, a flying space-giraffe had decided her satchel was a likely looking fuzz-frog?
Terriana sighed and looked up the canopy, trying to judge the time from the play of light on the leaves. Her all-device had, of course, been in her bag.
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“Are you fricking kidding me?” Terriana said. She watched the space-giraffe fly away with her bag, and thus her school tablet (compete with actually finished homework), and dropped her head back into the mud.
Inspired by Instant Noodles are Awesome by Qinni on DeviantArt.
“Why delay?”
The clouds hung like slender curtains in the sky. Filmiest white, and waggling.
“Buy today!”
Ishi rolled his eyes and kept chopping. The green onions crunched and crushed under the thick blade, sending the fresh spicy scent spiraling around the kitchen.
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I can’t find the picture that inspired this.
It was pretty intense.
If you see it, let me know!
Dagga shuddered and looked away from the picture. The whole scene, depicted in somber greys, murky blues and vivid, sinister orange, was shudder worthy.
“I’m convinced of it.” Fiera said, running her white gloved hand across the frame again. “This is the same as my dream. It’s the prophecy!” Continue reading
I hadn’t realized that my need for affirmation, the need to be respected and loved, was so strong. It’s always felt like the wishy-washy teenager-in-a-bad-movie motive. I can understand why I feel that way. There’s a lot in my culture about being independent, about not caring about what other people think about you, and about, I guess, how there is this basic arrogance that all stable people have which allows them to not need love or approval. And how that’s good. Continue reading
The tea was dark. It tasted like bitter soap on the back of his tongue. De’Angelo leaned back, kicking one leg up and making the chair creak as his weight shifted to its back legs. The gentle morning breeze ruffled through the overgrowing flowers that crowded around the balcony seating, mostly disguising him. Mostly crowding out his vision.But he could see the crosswalk at Nine and T. And it was seven forty seven.
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I stepped outside. The sun was shining through the fog, making it glow. When I had looked out the window earlier in the morning it had been truly foggy. Our house seemed to be stranded in a sea. But now it was almost clear, and only the houses far ahead were obscured.
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Inspired by A Well Laid Trap by GaryLaibArt.
The man didn’t come home. The sun crept closer to the horizon, and Ros got more and more twitchy. She would stop what she was doing and walk a few steps toward the hills, as if those few steps could clear her vision, let her see through the earth.
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Inspired by A Well Laid Trap by GaryLaibArt.
“You take all your clothes off right there.” Ros said, rising to find him some of Papa’s. “I don’t want any of that mud getting on the furs.” She’d have to get the bath out and fill it. The mud had probably soaked into him so deeply it was leaking out of his bones.
She got back from the outhouse with the copper tub to find him stripped and wrapped in a towel.
“King’s Rider?” Papa was asking. “This far west? What for?”
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Dear Thief 