Thanks for the Favorites(I'm too lazy to comment for everyone.)
So, if you've favorited any of my things (whether stamps or otherwise), you should know I appreciate it very much.
Thank you.
Dead, DyingI wondered what she was doing when she brought me to her house for the first time and told me to wait in the living room. She was twelve then and I was still twenty-one.Dead, Dying
And, admittedly, I was scared of her. More scared than I had been in the past two centuries. It was irrational, I thought, considering that she was only human (and a little girl, nonetheless) and that I was immortal. But, I was scared of her.
It was almost like she could kill me.
Then, she came back holding a kitchen knife and I realized what she intended to do. I'm not ashamed to say that I almost cried out in pure, cold-blooded fear. T
82. Can You Hear Me?"Elise...? Elise...!" he cried, screamed, for her to come back, for her to turn around, for her to look at him.82. Can You Hear Me?
Then, Shou woke up, sweat pouring off his face, face contorted in anguish. "Ah... That's right... Elise... Elise can't hear me anymore..." Because I killed her.
No. No! He doesn't remember! He doesn't remember anything! He doesn't want to remember anything!
"Elise... There was never such a person as Elise!" But, that statement sounded unconvincing, even to himself. "Elise never existed! She never...!" I never killed myself because of her.
At that, Shou felt nauseus. He felt like vo
MISD: B is for BlameMrs. Bicker, having purchased for the eighth time a faulty childproof latch for her medicine cabinet, picked up the phone and dialed the item’s manufacturer. She made it very clear that her ten-year-old son’s safety was her first priority and, should he attain injury from the contents of the aforementioned medicine cabinet, she was quite prepared to sue.MISD: B is for Blame
The manager of the company, who had been having a decent day for a change, got off the phone and felt a pit of anger-incited nausea settle in his stomach. Upset at having his day ruined, he blew his nose and called over to the ma
One Possible FutureI stepped outdoors into morning sunlight, inhaled the crisp mountain air. It was going to be a gorgeous day. The mournful cry of a weaselraptor came to me on cool breezes, followed by the answer of another maybe three miles off. It was mating season, again.One Possible Future
I almost stepped in a pile of tyrannosaur turds. Great. That meant the electric fence was down again; I'd have to make a circuit to find the break. There went the afternoon.
The shed contained everything I'd need to repair the fence: tools, wire, replacement parts. I collected gear togeth
| This is a side account of ~Suxinn, mainly created because I wanted the username Emiliers, and because I feel bad for spamming my wonderful watchers with so much crap. xD This here account will contain the things I'm writing for the 100 Themes challenge and the numerous stamps I will create from now on. 83 I'll also have more organized favorites here, since the amount of favorites I have on my main is preposterous. Honestly, it is. Because if it isn't, I wouldn't even use the word preposterous. Note: Everything I write is original fiction, using my own characters and stories, unless stated otherwise. |
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"Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders"-Nietzsche
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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Many of life's failures are those who didn't realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
-Thomas Edison
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