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Sixty words of non-fiction. [05 May 2011|12:45am]


She knew.  She didn't know how, but when her mother's door opened for the first time in days she just knew.  She heard her mother's footsteps move into the basement, and it was then that she heard the gasoline dripping off what once was her mother and onto the floor.

It was then she knew she had to escape.

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Morning Light - Cinematic Slip and Slide [21 Oct 2008|09:22am]

Morning Light Movie Review
Nothing but sailing in the documentary Morning Light.
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Brothers Bloom - Archer Fish of Cinema [21 Oct 2008|12:32am]

The Brothers Bloom Movie Review
The Brothers Bloom is a charming off kilter dramedy about love.
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[17 Sep 2006|11:32am]

The door opens and she walks in. The perfect girl, she is everything you want. To possess her is a dream come true. You walk silently behind her just waiting for the right moment to add her to your collection. You try to talk to her and she laughs. When she wakes up tied down she wont be laughing anymore.
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First Post. [16 Sep 2006|09:06pm]

I opened my eyes to the world when I was with you. Now you are gone and I am alone. Tonight you are off with him and there is nothing left for me but the tears on my pillow. I’m sorry; those are the words you want to hear. I wish that I would have said them to you earlier.
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First post... [29 Jun 2005|10:57am]

The ground started shaking. I tried to escape the cave but the entrance was closed up. I held on for dear life.

It stopped just as suddenly as it started. The entrance opened. I ran as fast as I could. I found my master laughing at me.

Later, I struck back. I left him a stinky ‘present’ on his bed.
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i'll start another fight and you'll say it's all all right [24 Jun 2005|06:00pm]

[ mood | creative ]

to christen my membership

“I’m tired of everything mattering so much,” she screams, as if her plaintive cries will change the way the world works. “I’m tired of feeling lost, and alone, and incapable of doing anything productive! I’m tired of feeling…feeling…”

“Human,” he supplies gently, anticipating the trepidation in her tearful blue eyes. “You’re tired of feeling human.”

“I’m tired…of feeling human.”

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Sorry for the double/cross post [06 Jun 2005|09:52pm]

His had thick black hair in ringlets. He had crystal blue eyes and an attitude. He huffed, signed, rolled his eyes, smirked and cursed under his breath. He rolled the pen back and forth on her desk top and kicked the chair leg trying to annoy. She questioned and probed. He dodged and weaved. When she gave up he cried.
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One more for tonight...a monster I am [06 Jun 2005|09:54pm]

"I live to read and read to live," she shouted. He glanced around disgusted. The windows were dusty. The litter box not changed. Books were stacked waist-high around the room. Faulkner and O'Connor on the verge of an avalanche. Suddenly he laughed. A belly laugh, loud and booming. It echoed. Silence. Faulkner would love the idea of an avalanche.
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This is so much fun! Now I can't stop [06 Jun 2005|09:47pm]

The bum stared at the child who stared back at him. He held out his hand towards her. His smile was toothless. His watery blue eyes twinkled. She told him about her imaginary friend, Janie. He assured her he could see Janie. They exchanged knowing glances. He had an imaginary friend also. Her parents were appalled. They would meet again.
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Do you know how hard it is to write 60 f'king words!? [30 Mar 2005|09:12pm]

She opened her eyes, waiting until her vision to adjust. The ground was cold where she lay, her head ached.
Weary, she  stood, looking towards the noise. There he sat, slumped in his recliner, snoring. A beer bottle held in his hand, dangled near the floor.
Fearing she'd suffer the same fate, she cleaned the unit, lest he wake up.
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Dreaming of Loss [30 Jan 2005|11:26am]

[ mood | discontent ]

Last night I drempt all night long it seemed. I woke up not being able to remember not even one of them. But I feel like it was a continuous long theme of worry and fear that more of our soldiers had died in Iraq. When I finally woke up, I sat up with a *gasp* and trying to catch my breath like I had been weeping.

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[27 Apr 2004|01:31pm]

Bob turned on the sprinklers at dawn. Shoes on, he walked on down the hall to the refrigerator. Only beers. Not again.
He was in the bedroom in an instant, his fingers coiled around his wife’s pretty throat. Not again he thought. Never again. This happened every morning. All they ever had was beers. She’ll pay…alcoholic… Scream. Bang. Thump.
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