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femslash_today unporn battle. the rules are pretty simple, easy to follow and go as such:
- pick a prompt, any prompt and write or draw or manip anything you want from it, as long as there's no sex involved. it can be sweet or funny or sad or fluffy or violent or whatever, as long as it's not
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"This is all your fault."
Silently Marley began to tug on her arm of the handcuffs in a futile attempt to dislodge something not connected by blood or tissue to either herself or Karen. She could have pointed out that it was Karen, and not her, who had suggested a joint operation. Or that it was Karen, pumped up on adrenaline, who had insisted they confront the counterfeiters instead of waiting for backup. But instead she settled for ( ... )
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Summer was good at it. Summer was a natural. But Marissa couldn't get the hang of it and kept cutting herself, and even though she didn't bleed a lot, Summer freaked out and called Julie Cooper, and Julie freaked out and there was talk about taking Marissa to the ER to get, like, a blood transfusion.
That was Marissa. She hurt herself even when she didn't mean to, and she just kept doing it, like she didn't know how to stop. Except she did, eventually, figure out how to stop. She died.
Marissa's dead.
She will never shave her legs again or watch The Valley or go shopping with Summer at Southcoast Plaza. She is Summer's best friend, and she will never, ( ... )
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I liked how you described shaving as having to be a natural instinct. ^^
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Sadly, shaving does not come as a natural instinct to me. There have been unfortunate accidents.
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“That’s because it is cherries,” Darla said dryly. “Why are we in the ice cream parlor? You can’t taste anything.”
“The children,” she answered, dripping some whipped cream on a nearby corpse. “This one was nice enough to share.” She pouted. “She’s not hungry.”
Darla sighed. “You’re making a mess.”
Drusilla grinned and wiggled her fingers in front of Darla’s face. “Clean me up, Grandmum?”
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Thanks for reading. :)
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