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Restlessness provokes the unexpected
Devon sat on her back porch swing and mused as she stared out at the thick greenery. The sounds of tiny laughs and protests came to her over the buzzing of the local insect life; the poor things tormented and chased by the passel of pixies flitting through the leaves. The air was heavy and humid and made her glad she'd opted for minimal in the way ( Read more... ) -
Drink until you see pixies
Nigel had left her room yesterday and Devon still hadn't gotten out of bed. Twenty-four hours still hadn't cleared her head on what to do and she was slowly sinking into a pit of self-loathing and despair. She didn't know what to do or who to talk to about it ( Read more... ) -
Picking thoughts instead of flowers in the park
She sat in the park, back braced on a tree and hiding in the relative safety of the shade from the leafy canopy over her. Eyes closed behind her smoked glasses, she leaned her head back and opened her senses to the elements. It was muted and chaotic here - in a city park - but it was still here. The ground tingled in recognition below her fingers ( Read more... ) -
What a few hours of unconsciousness can do to boost the spirits...
Stretching as she woke slowly, a smile crawled on her face and made itself at home. What a difference 10 hours of sleep could do for a body - and its mind. Rolling over onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling as she tried to get her brain to piece together what it was she needed to be doing ( Read more... ) -
And soon they all look the same
Devon entered the room and dropped her bag onto the floor as she kicked the door shut. Motel rooms were horrible doppelgangers of each other. Seriously, it's like they cookie-cutter built them all. It was mildly disturbing ( Read more... )