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  • Sunflower's Seeds & Her Scarecrow (PT 1)

    Uh, I combines two things. The Sunflower Girl and Nolan. I think I don't like it, but I'm not sure. She's over analyzing like crazy and I can't figure out why. I usually don't write like that. And I don't like her PO…

  • So, my girl says it's UPDATE TIME. >:] ANYWAYS, that means it's time for me to put up some fiction because I still don't feel like typing after that monster of an essay... so let me go root out a passage or two that …

  • i am sitting on your hardwood floor and you're giving me a crash course in finding zia. you're using flashcards and flashing smiles. i don't know you, but i know about you: besides the curve of your face and the way you …

  • letter to a misshapeYour voice is echoing in my ears like the ocean in a seashell and I'm wondering what you saw in me until you didn't. I'm counting my ribs and wishing I could remember the crook of your fingers, and th…

  • Superflous adjectives! Yes Alicia!

    He swept his hand with an awkward flourish like a branch in a hurricane, stiff and wooded, across his bookshelf. His wall. Whatever. They might as well be the same thing. "Books I accumulated during high school." He pull…

  • He told me he was tired, and he touched my face with his eyes, a look so palpable that he left a fingerprint the colour of his iris. I wanted to collapse into a messy pile beside him, a heap of hair and boneless skin in …

  • Will you think of me? she said, pressing her fingers across his collarbone, inching from the left to right, as if searching for a fracture. Will you? he counters, splaying his own fingers in her hair, and by that he mean…

  • It was the middle of summer and I was drenched in sweat. I had never experienced anything in the heat of the moment more literally. I was saying your name like a prayer ; shuffeling it around in my mouth like a cement mi…

  • i am hearing your words and it's like hearing your heartbeat, she wrote, and he peered over her shoulder. "whose words?" his voice crawled down her neck, nestled between her shoulder blades. she peered at him through her…

  • The seventh time she came into his place of residence, occupation, and psuedo-socialization, she broke nolen's heart. it wasn't the last time, but it was the first.the laundry mat had had it's sign on 'closed' for almost…

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