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She stared up at the monitor overhead until the words on the screen began to make no sense anymore. When she was nine, she considered the word ‘banana’ until it became no more than a combination of letters, put together arbitrarily until it meant something. She had stared at the word until even the letters became nothing more than lines. She had a ( Read more... )

My grandpa sleeps a lot. Sometimes when I walk into the small living room, the television will be on murmuring the news and he will be sitting in his rattan bamboo chair with his head back snoring loudly.
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"Get in, we’re going to Denny’s."

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Prompt: Describe a barn from the point of view of a parent who has just lost their child in a war without mentioning the child's death, the child, or the war, and without mentioning the parent.

( The barn should really be torn down, plank by plank. )

Oh god this fic. Written for the first workshop of my creative writing class, it details the fictional trials of the second years in my house as we struggle through a similar situation. Wooden gnomes, who'd have thought???

Title: The Death of Balthazar
Warnings: none
Summary: "One of us has to go, and it isn't going to be me."

( It was a wooden gnome and it was five feet tall. )

I saw a picture once of a boy frying bacon in his underwear and I was thinking about that and I felt a little nostalgic for this universe so I decided to venture into it again briefly. No pun intended. This is a direct sequel to [break].

Title: lost in translation
Warnings: none
Summary: They're so far along they no longer need a translator.

( Hearing the sound of the kitchen while he was in bed was a little disconcerting to Jasper. )

WOW after days of slaving away writing approximately 500 words per part I finally finish this (relatively, according to my current writing habits and schedules) monster of a fic!! I can bring some closure to the whole Jasper/Shiloh shebang because let's be honest, that universe wasn't quite getting anywhere.

Title: [break]
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Title: At the Art Museum
Warnings: none
Summary: We made eye contact at the art museum.

( She looked at me. )

Well, less of a fic and more of some stupid stuff I pounded out on Saturday while feeling sorry and stupid about myself.

Title: This Isn't an Ode
Warnings: angst
Summary: It's probably messed up if he's using academic terms.

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