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Urban Nomad-introWhen I was young my grandmother used to tell me about the dogs that lie just inside the dust storms, the writhing yet seemingly motionless tempests that barreled aimlessly across the fields, obscuring the sky like the hands of God. She told me that they were the reason the wind howled and, in a sense, cried in such a mournful and distant way. The pack would float down through the plains, inward on the towns and cities, as a presence that could only be described as wanting. They are free, but inbound, always scouring through the maelstroms, governed by something wholly indiscernible. They would turn the rivers black and thick till they flowedUrban Nomad-intro
by ~tigerberryette
A Series of Eventsthe sun is warm too warm, I think I am blinded in the blaze and my heart sinks I fight to stand and stand the pain roll my shoulders but all in vainA Series of Events
gravel and dust fists clenched your eyes looked past me as my heart wrenched I drove for the win I dove for the light I wanted to die but it just wasn't right
doctor's in the hall checking the charts you can't give up on life before it starts and soon it will change it will all change soon I'll feel warm again twelve minutes past noon
by !ShakeTheShame
Leaving things cleanSnow had swept over your ankle and tucked the edges into the sneakers. You wouldn't take off the shoes - the floor was dirty, you said. Dirty.Leaving things clean
Knees scraping wood, you crawled your way down the hall, arms thrusting the soap and rag in a one-two-breathe, one-two-breathe, one-two-breathe -
I left. It wasn't the raw scabs and the scraped pores, nor the wet slug trail the shoes left. It wasn't even the water - pale, then pink, then red from the sand-papered palms that never got that chance to heal.
I had to get out. The image of toes, blue-bruised with cold and pressed down in a plastic coffin, choked me. &n
by =nycterent
Suburban MonotonyClick Click Click Nothing is on… Click Click Click ESPN. Nope. Flashing lights… pretty… Click CLICK CLICK!!! Maybe something on Tevo. NO??? Wow… what has this world come to? 300+ channels and NOTHING? Click click click some more… NOTHING! Wow… I’m bored outta my mind. Maybe I’ll text someone… That girl at school? My friend? Why is no one answering me? Type Type Type BANG! My phone hits the wall! Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea… I know! &nbSuburban Monotony
by =IcecoldeEagle07
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Brian and Janelle"Brian? Brian, what's wrong?"Brian and Janelle
He was standing at our low window, hands clenched on the sill, all his shoulder muscles knotted up. I could practically hear Lacey Jay growling, so defensive and doglike was his stance, and yet I could see nothing to provoke such a reaction.
We'd just finished a lazy breakfast, he hadn't even put a shirt on yet, and the sun was still rising. Past him I could see some of our cows, red angus mostly, munching already. I couldn't see a thing that might put him so on edge.
I'd met Brian when I was just eighteen. It was August and I'd had a tumultuous last six months, unable to sl
by ~thesearemembers
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Hiatus; Graduation
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What do you want to know? That I am a huge dork/nerd? That I love movies and write like a maniac when I've got an idea? That's me.  Fact: When I'm mad I do dishes. Myth: I'm 'Miss Perfect' Fact: I've built two sheds, a deck,a couple fences and I've worked with enough concrete to compete with The Thing. Myth: I liked reading the Chronicles of Narnia. Fact: I live in my mother's basement. Myth: Saskatchewan is flat. I've been there - you can't see a dog running for three days.I'm also a non-conformist who goes out of her way (sometimes galaxies out of my way) to not fit in a stereotype. So if you think you know me - BEWARE! I'll surprise you  |
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Every man dies, not every man truly lives - Braveheart
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