i want to wake up in vegas.
JoyAnyway.
Yarr harr, I be back.
For however long.
Well, not tomorrow.
Maybe NEVER EVER AGAIN damn budget cuts.
;D
My summer has sucked royal ass.
How has yours been?
~Merciful-Or-Chaotic
will survive the zombie outbreakPrice of Freedom
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watcher.a soon-to-be-needed grave empty as of yet but i sit watching and wonder who will soon sleep forever within it. are they young? a firefly in the dark, caught in sweaty hands and confined to a small sapce. my feet tap against headstones and i snap my gum in my mouth. maybe they are old an owl bred in captivity that finally flies away despite its clipped wings and handler's shouts. i crack my knuckles and tap another headstone, zipping up my coat. maybe this grave is meant for someone like me, a koi flopping on the banks of its pond, the air kilwatcher.
by ~Merciful-Or-Chaotic
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When I was born, my parents named me Rhiannon.
I later read the legend about the queen accused of murdering her baby, and the song about the prostitute. The name lost it’s unique shine.
When I was little, my mother called me beauty and light.
Have you heard? The song about the girl who shone with those such qualities. And then she died at sea and her lover jumped from a lighthouse’s tower. Sweet as the legacy may have been, it was not the one I wanted.
When I was feeling obstinate, I made them call me Josie.
It was originally to
by ~Merciful-Or-Chaotic
No RegretsNo RegretsNo Regrets
Pierre was a veteran.
It was strange to him, because the word “veteran” always made him think of bad-tempered old men, not men in their mid-twenties. But the war was over, and Pierre had fought and survived, and so he was a veteran, at least in everyone else’s eyes.
Coming home had been wonderful and terrible, and all at the same time. Pierre’s little half-sister, Claire, had greeted him at the door, but she wasn’t as he remembered her. In the few years Pierre had been at war, Claire had grown taller, and her fair hair had darkened with age. She was n
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