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It always comes back. It always comes to this: my father, for all his faults, forgives. My brother forgives. My mother and sister don't, and they expect me to, but if I forgive them I have nothing. No shield. How Freudian is that? I can't believe I'm not a lesbian ( Read more... ) -
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Prompt: Winter.
I'm re-posting this with some editing. Also, apparently I somehow left part of it out last time. So.
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I'm quite certain I don't need this journal for the purposes that I used to. That's not entirely due to my own metamorphosis, but a few things happened nonetheless... and if I'm wrong, if I still have an audience, to you I say: this is prose, tartcouplet is poems. The division thereof is for reasons of my own. I'm here and there and I'm still talking to you ( Read more... ) -
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I found photos of today. I haven't seen the sky. There were two rainbows and the clouds were dark around the bright sun. It stayed out while it rained but I didn't wait for the storm. -
Nostalgia. Part two, apparently.
Memories aren't scenes. You can flash back at a small thing (my ponytail on the side) and remember random details (blue tights, my skirt) of varying significance (we danced? no. he gave me a back massage. that's why corey ( Read more... ) -
Prompt: Why?
This is from forever ago... I was going to give it a revamping but I actually like it how it is. Apparently I had a brain in tenth grade? Who knew.
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Prompts.
I'm adapting this fanfic 100 table to my needs... posting/writing/editing short stories based on the prompts.
001.Beginnings.
002.Middles.
003.Ends.
004.Insides.
005.Outsides.
006.Hours.
007.Days.
008.Weeks.
009.Months.
010.Years.
011.Red.
012.Orange.
013.Yellow.
014.Green.
015.Blue.
016.Purple.
017.Brown.
018.Black.
019.White.
020. ( Read more... )