Blast my inability to link posts. This will have to do for now, until I can find 'Livejournal for the Recently Dense' [Hoorah for the Beetlejuice reference!]

“Are you alright, dear?” Your mother asks worriedly, smiling all the same.

“Yes, yes -” a cough as you struggle for air makes you forget what you were about to say. Your hands clutch at your ( Read more... )

I realise I haven't actually been accepted in the
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001.First 
kiss 002.Final 003.Numb 004.Broken wings 005.Melody 006.Rules 007.Choco-
late 008.Nost
-algia 009.Heartbeat 010.Stranger 011.Conf-
usion 012.Bitter 013.Afterlife 014.Daybreak 015.Audience 016.Endless sorrow 017.Fire-
works 018.Wishing 019.Happy
 birthday to you 020.Tomorrow 021.Oppres-
sion 022.Agony 023.Return 024.Protection 025.Boxes 026.Hope ( Read more... )

OOC: This is an unofficial attempt at muse prompt no. 7, over at 
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He kept smiling. Perpetually, it seemed; framed forever by the simple elegance of stained oak and polished glass. By now you know each and every flaw, from the scar on his chin to the single unruly curl that continuously kissed his brow, no matter how much you had tried to smooth it back. And you can't help but return his crooked grin, however ( Read more... )

I still leaf through his journal - no, not so much a journal, not now. It's more a diary. His Diary of Impossible Things.

Ironic, isn't it?

The title he bestowed upon it? What John Smith thought were fanciful tales of excitement and adventure told by a leading man of enigmatic wisdom. He so believed them to be dreams. Imaginary. And as I sit here ( Read more... )