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  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    She did the math in her head, slowly, over and over to make sure she got it right. A little over a gallon was what one person had in their ...

    Jul 8, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    Kate's gaze snapped up to him at that. She'd been half-expecting him to go running the moment she told him what it was she ate, what she needed. Of course, ...

    Jul 8, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    She snickered. Things you can't eat. "I'm a bloody corpse," she said, not bothering with so much as a final wave to subtly as she tossed it to the wind, ...

    Jul 8, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    "You're not gonna find anything that's gonna fix this," she muttered, but didn't bother even attempting to resist him putting her down. She'd just look pathetic if she did. In ...

    Jul 8, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    She gave a harsh, bitter laugh. It took only a moment, however for her to be gasping for breath she didn't need as her body searched for the thing it ...

    Jul 8, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    "I'm not hurt I'm fucking hungry ," she growled before she could stop herself. She was too tired to put in the effort of covering it up now. Words jumbled ...

    Jul 8, 2020
  • Archive Re: Cold Oak

    Bobby blinked at him. Calif... His brow furrowed as he looked closer at Kazimir, his clothes, his backpack, even, that fabric... Oh. Bobby slowly sat down on the ground, scooting ...

    Jul 8, 2020
  • Archive Re: Cold Oak

    Bobby shifted away from the vampy-looking guy, shaking his head. He bent down and put the doll gently back on the ground.

    Jul 7, 2020
  • Archive Re: Cold Oak

    Bobby hesitantly took the bar. He didn't feel hungry, really. He'd been hungry for so long it was hard to tell the difference anymore. Still, to appease Kaz, he carefully ...

    Jul 7, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    She paused. Why did her head have to pound so fucking much? She almost asked him to repeat whatever it was he said before the words finally got through the ...

    Jul 7, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    She glared at him before taking the offered hand and dragging herself to her feet. Her whole body trembled in hunger, and she had to keep her gaze pinned firmly ...

    Jul 7, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    Kate jumped when she heard her name, but glared once she saw who it was. With shaking hands, she put her glasses back on and shoved them up her nose. ...

    Jul 7, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    Kate's attention turned to Rita. Slowly, she stepped off of Hoss, still growling. It wouldn't kill her, sure, but she still didn't like to get stabbed. The moment Hoss was ...

    Jul 7, 2020
  • Archive Re: Cold Oak

    Bobby was just looking at the tear where the doll's arm had been ripped away - it looked pretty fresh, not frayed or dirty enough to have been torn like ...

    Jul 7, 2020
  • Archive Re: Cold Oak

    Bobby shifted awkwardly and looked around, more comfortable now that he was being ignored. His gaze caught on the discarded doll, and he went over to it curiously. Parts of ...

    Jul 6, 2020


Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light.
— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)