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What They Miss He stood on the walkway that used to lead to his house, but now led to a burning cinder. Firetrucks stood all around, failed soldiers in a battle that had been lost before they arrived. Some time ago a paramedic had draped a space blanket over his shoulder and handed him a paper cup of hot chocolate. Where did they even get the stuff, he wondered? It always seemed to be there in an emergency.
“It’s a real shame,” the paramedic said. “Seemed like such a nice house.” With a conciliatory pat on the shoulder, the paramedic left him to file a report on this incident.
The neighbors all came over once the worst of it was over. They hugged him and offered him a room to stay in until he got back on his feet. “At least you had insurance. You’ll be in a new house before you know it.”
But it wasn’t about his house, he wanted to tell them. He wished he could point them to the place where hi
Honesty To A Dear Friend
“Auld, I know that this isn’t the most important thing at the moment but could we, possibly, move up in the world because we’ve been here ever since we split away from Gruumm and there’s not a damn thing to do here!” whines Nikki Davidson as the renegade ex-SPD blue ranger was practicing her kicks in the way that a karate student did with their master watching, even though Nikki and Auld were equals and best friends, the blue armoured alien was always keen to drill his mentally unstable human best friend, and he wanted Nikki to put him through drills, as far as the two were concerned, they trained together, travelled together and tried to destroy SPD together.
The two mercenaries had been hiding out in a warehouse on the outskirts of New Tech City and the two had turned the wide-open warehouse into a sort of Headquaters for them, with Auld setting up a whole host of technology that would put Dr. Kat Manx, one of Nikki’s former friends in SPD, to sham
Being a Better Bad Guy: Entry 39When considering costumes, do your best to keep black (or very dark grey) as one of the accent colors.
The Worst PetNow I know why they tell you not to make pets out of wild animals...
I mean, I never really thought of a crappie as a wild animal. It's a fish, for God's sake! Fish make great pets, right? They don't crave attention, don't demand much of anything, and if you catch your own, they're essentially free!
I must have hooked the devil of all lake fish, though. It was a struggle from the moment that dumb hungry lump of scales caught itself on my fishing hook. It couldn't get hooked by the mouth like a normal fish, no, the idiot managed to get that metal point lodged in its beady little eye. I think that's how he guilted me into keeping him, wriggling pitifully from my line, connected by its stupid eye.
I called him Captain Hook and took him home in my cooler, minus one of his eyes that I tossed back into the lake. Once back to my place, I put him carefully into the fish tank aquarium, a nice home all to himself.
Too bad it wasn't enough for the bastard
ChartreuseIt was such a long time
ago, but I still remember it so well. It was one of those nights that
you have. One that you know you will never be able to forget no
matter what. Even if you wanted to forget it, and no matter how hard
you try to forget it, you would never be able to. It was in all ways
fantastic, and wonderful and so full of good vibes that no other
night could ever compare to it. And everything you saw, and every
little thing you did, was great. The way you looked when you stepped
out of the car in your dapper suit and straightened your tie before
you went to the door. How your eyes glimmered when you stepped inside
and saw the elegant lights and heard the slow beat of the music from
the band in the corner. How the glass felt as you reached down and
softly held the first drink you had. How nervous you felt when you
saw all the beautiful women with all their perfect make up and their
shimmering dresses and how heavenly all their laughter and their
voices sounded. And how your
Fish Or Ferry“No.” said Serena slowly, doing her best to annunciate and raise the decibel level with each syllable. "That wasn’t what I meant."
"Oui!" replied the French man enthusiastically from behind the market stall, fish still in hand as he gesticulated wildly. "Le poisson! Oui! Oui!"
"Non. Non." Serena felt the blush creeping up her throat as people began to stare. "Non poisson. Non poisson! Non Francey! Noney Francey!"
"I don't want the bloody fish!" Serena screamed, throwing her hands onto her head and scrunching the large-brimmed sunhat between her fingers. "I asked where the ferry was! The ferry!"
EveningLying on the bed, I held in my arms a softness never felt before. The warmth of it extended onto mine while holding it tighter, as if it was a part of me that was lost for years and now was found. While nuzzling on its linen clothing, its jasmine-scented perfume tingled my nose, yet the smell sent a jolt of pleasure to my entire being as it passed through my nose. Then one truth came to my mind: nothing beats a soft pillow after being exhausted for a whole day.
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More