Hannah

That was deliciously disturbing, Kylan. It got even better at the end: you scrub. your palms are hard. your breath is full of soap and detergents, your belly is full ...

Or purhaps a delicious chemical drug. I'll annihilate every one of you ho's. O ugly, unclean, unspeakable ugaboo! Your days are going, going, going, gone. You'll become an urban legend, ...

I think I'll just change it to a dialogue tag, as you suggest. Also, yes, the calamus is just that end bit of the quill; I figured Kymnir would have ...

The description in that was gorgeous, Cloluff. Like, fantastic genius, I'd say. not to pay a cent to see Los Angeles, dump out my nerve cells to glimpse Dallas wear ...

{Thank you, bubblewrapped! ^__^ And, Cloluff, I love yours too. -hops over to see the newest-} April 5th, 2009; i told you so, you fucking idiot i told you to ...

Here as promised. n_n Sorry it took so long. -sob- I. Little Things It was glorious summer in the palace, though spring chill and dampness lingered on the city walls: ...

Yay for NaPo-ers! n_n They tell me that I’m different, That’s OK with me, Because different, Is all I want to be. They whisper, and they stare, But what do ...

{Eep! I love you all.} April 5th, 2009; i should have left my number map drawn on the back of the napkin, with a borrowed pen, across the water stain. ...

emerald strands move in the underwater wind with an alien grace no dry forest knows These are my favorites ever. Though 'strands' makes me think, at first, there is some ...

in a world where our little hearts fossilize and we just stand still under bright skies. This is my favorite line in the whole piece, but I especially love how ...

I'm sure you could write about an ant crossing the street and make it unbelievably breathtaking. April 4th, 2009; To Eden river of sin and river of doubt, peopled with ...

April 3rd, 2009; Addiction Give me another twelve step program: a set of solid rules to swallow. Rip out my smoking, clinging heart, dear. I'll go cold turkey. My love's ...

here, we deal in soul. this is our currency. the register you hear, a ringing up of items bought with romance and old memories. Like WHAT?! Like WHAT!? This is ...

they are still subject to bad gas. yes you, Aristotle. I. LOVE. YOU. TWIN.

(a permanent spot among the french conjugations and shakespeare and physics formulas and ephemeral dreams that are, maybe, just too good to stay) trust me, babe, it's you. Moomars, can ...