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duck out the back of his dentistry practice to scrape his tools along the concrete. This blunted them, and allowed Mel to take great delight in slowly, tortuously poke about in his
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to the earth where they languish in damp, disintegrating piles of plant matter. I picked up the translucent skeleton of a maple leaf and held it up to the sky. A crisp breeze swept
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what he should do with all the unpaired socks he'd amassed over the years. I suggested he could turn them into toys and donate them to the children's hospital. The sock monster was
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really must improve your Summoning abilities," she sighed. "Most witches can already control their demons by the age of 16." I, a witch of 22 years, shrunk back into the couch.
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and gloomy room with impossibly high ceilings, like the ballroom of a Gothic mansion. The chandeliers swing from iron chains and flicker with dim light. The bats roost between the
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"Watch this, it's really funny," she said, leaning over me and typing a few words into the search bar. Within seconds a video of a fluffy cat filled my screen. My heart dropped.
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The Baconnites argued that these new revelations proved that their man was the real author of not just the Fourth Folio but of all of them except the Cursed Folio & even there they
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Down in the darkness, when one of us went mad, the others lived it with him through his or her screams. We long ago lost the ability to find each other. Only in our final agonies
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He accused me of pursuing him just to have the bragging rights that you had scored him. Maybe that is what he was doing with you, he seemed to be hinting at. This was an unexpected
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He started by noting the peat moss felt mushy which was odd for this time of day. The Everglades had her own moods but they were few enough that you could read them if you knew wh
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were marching in the dark tunnels below the cold hells in chains. Jackson was the last one they took. He thought he'd made a deal with the devil, and he did. Just not the one he th
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my language is fluid like a bird's bath. All that splashing just to ruffle the tail feathers? I think not. A dingbat in Southern California is an easy find. Finding one that you ca
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failing this morning was that he forgot to bring his playing fingers. He'd mistakenly brought his Welfare fingers. He couldn't play the flute with his Welfare fingers. He had to do
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Wow, still locked out. Even though I just did a Create. I imagine a piano in a bat cave's water basin, rotting. A weak light falls slowly blown by no breeze to go here&there, now&t
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The mundane was the choice you made. "Split the difference", you said. We who had no choice couldn't fathom not choosing the holy or the dreadfully holy. "I'm not ready to keep it
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When they tracked down the culprit it wasn't some wannabe Nazis but an art collector. The plan had been to clone the best painting Hitler. The art market would go wild to get their
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to a snotty rich kid who looked at him the wrong way. The doctors were baffled & said the kid had some unknown palsy. I knew it was Dylan. I don't know why I thought he was Jesus.
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I came here from a 2012 story the browser won't let me work on. ambikawolf was still ambikawolf. I hadn't realized it was an ambikawolf when I did the fold I have to paste now.
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I mean, if I am the one wishing for a woman, shouldn't it be one that I like? One that gets me and I get her. Pushes when I need pushing & pulls with me when I can't do it alone.
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was somewhere back there in his mind, making its way to the main stage. We catch glimpses of it more often these days. A joke that nobody heard. A shared sensible chuckle. My half