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I'm trying to get my userinfo organized. Here's a listing of all the awards and shinies I can think of that I've collected on the internets:
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Why is reading complicated?
Reading books is not as simple as it used to be. It was much easier when I went to the library or the bookstore every couple of weekends and brought home some new titles. Now, I have ten unread print books on my shelf, three iBooks, three Kindle books (two of which are Idol-related), and one audiobook that is a duplicate of a print book that ( Read more... ) -
Week 8: Bewitched and Bewildered
Alice wanted to believe that Orlando merely slept on his hospital bed, but his injuries and the stagnant beep of the machines told her that the accident had taken his life. Fortunately, she could reclaim it. Her arms moved in mechanical motions to touch the talismans she carried in her book bag. The instructions for the long-forbidden spell ( Read more... ) -
Second Chance Idol Week 7: Can't Get There From Here
On what might have been the twenty-fifth day of the journey through the ruined city, Red stumbled over a piece of rubble that came up to her knees and did not get up. Caterina and her traveling companions tried everything they could to make her rise again. Their sealed, silent mouths could not call the redhead's name, even if they knew it, but ( Read more... ) -
Week 6: Tilt-a-Whirls
Red. Could it be? During her assignment studying the Corae Market of 2355, Lyra had never seen a soul dressed in head-to-toe red like the woman she had just spotted out of the corner of her eye. Red attracted the attention of the blood demons, who would inflict untold suffering upon all who walked here if only given the chance. The woman in red ( Read more... ) -
Week 4: Ultra Deep Field
[Content note]Content note: References to rape.
Down, down, down we walked. If I allowed myself to, I could lose my sense of self among the descending throng before we ever reached the river. The farther we descended, the fewer differences distinguished the once-people surrounding me. All sizes and shapes melted and stretched into uniform gray rectangles that ( Read more... ) -
Week 3: Shenanigans
"I want to be a truth teller," Mike said.
His teacher for Magical Theory, a woman almost as tall as him who probably lived in her ceremonial blue robes, looked him in the eyes. "Why?"
"Because I want to know when people are lying to me." He needed to know. Regular people had their ways of sensing lies that they thought were foolproof; twitches of ( Read more... )
