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Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 4Scott Cairl stood in the center of the practice cubicle, one arm crossed against his chest, a fist raised to hide his frown. He had seen this kind of damage before. He’d seen a lot of things before – and much more clearly then he did now – but these earmarks were so familiar, he needed no fine details.   
On the white walls abutting the corner of the room, a web of black cracks ricocheted outward from an oblong shadow approximately three feet up from the floor. Here was the distinctive bowed oval; there, the hunched shoulders that held it afloat; lower down, the protrusions of elbows and knees bent and tucked. Even wi Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 4
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The Eyes Have It
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Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 3The woman who answered his knock caused his gonads to crawl up and out of sight. It wasn’t the two diamond studs that impaled her left nostril. It wasn’t the trail of silver hoops that curled around her ear lobe. It wasn’t the clenched fists perched on her hips or the tattoos that spidered across the backs of those fists like lace gloves with the fingertips cut off. It wasn’t even the knowledge that those tats had been applied to her palms as well – something that had to have hurt beyond what Jay considered the normal threshold for pain.  
 
It was knowing what those hands could learn from a single touch. &n Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 3
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Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 2How he loathed these white halls.  
 
It wasn’t just the sameness, turn after turn, corner after corner. It was the lack of dimension. Years of therapy had improved his gross motor skills and he now walked with the barest of limps. But not even microsurgery and corneal implants had been able to restore his depth perception completely. With no color to define these corridors, walking the halls of Cell 2 was like groping your way through a glass of milk.   
It didn’t help that he was stoned.   
“Hey, Jay!”   
He slowed to a stop and steepled one hand against the wall. It was that or fa Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 2
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Took me forever to get to this deviation, but I'm glad I did. The whole, taken together, captures the feel of a hot summer day fro...

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Journey to a Life Worth Saving   
It would’ve been very easy for me to fall into a total overprotective, controlling, possessive, domineering husband and father role, but then Erin would’ve yelled at me. I don’t think I could’ve hidden it from her, so I didn’t even try.   
But I wanted to.   
There would always be that part of me that wanted to bundle up Erin and the baby and hide them away in the middle of nowhere, like up high on a mountain in one of those one room cabins. We’d be all alone, just the three of us.   
During the day we could play with Gideon and teach him a
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I actually read this a while ago, but have had no time to get back for a critique. Sorry! This was Simon at his likeable best. As I&#...

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Honestly? Let the damn rain spatter you  like a lover or Farmington's Lagoon  rides: Rattle Snake Rapids, the famed Log Flume.  Utah is a desert, an arid bowl   
of ribcage, half a sun-blanched skull, our palms.  Fox News predicts another tsunami,  or something similar: a burst fish tank  of sky or a wrung, ebon beach towel.   
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of Summer soused, outflanked. The lucky f
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I'm not sure I will ever be a fan of this format. I like my poetry to carry me along in a pleasing rythmn or to spank me hard with...

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She's a Week Old

Journal Entry: Fri Oct 23, 2009, 10:29 AM
Sorry I've been MIA on DA. Parents still needing help with house and health. Job demanding more of my time. Freelance work starting to come in again (my checkbook says "thank you"!). And... I became a grandmother again. Ariel Louise was born last Friday, making her debut at 7 lbs. 6 ozs and 20 1/2 inches long. She has dark brown hair and blue-black eyes. Sweet as candy corn but much kinder to the waistline. I'll try to be better about checking in here more often. I have 92 deviations to wade through and 99 messages to answer! Cover me... I'm going in.

BTW, my mood is NOT questionable. The emoticon won't change.

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  • Mood: Questionable
  • Listening to: The office's very noisy furnace!
  • Reading: The Vampire Diaries... why, I do not know.
  • Watching: The heavy rain outisde the window
  • Playing: Nothing. No time for play.
  • Eating: A KitKat
  • Drinking: Water from the office cooler
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Starting this creative process far later than I should have, but better late than dead. For as my daughter threatened: "If you die before you finish that novel, you will go straight to hell." Whew. Missed it by thaaaaaat much.

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  • Current Residence: Overlooking Lake Erie in Michigan
  • Interests: Reading, Writing, Playing with my Grandson
  • Favourite movie: Schindler's List, Cinderella Man, LOTR, Parenthood
  • Favourite band or musician: Meatloaf, The Beatles
  • Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, Opera, Very Early Oldies
  • Favourite artist: Monet
  • Favourite poet or writer: Bernard Cornwell, Shakespeare
  • Favourite photographer: Smurfette in Red - check out her awesome pix
  • Operating System: Toshiba PC laptop
  • MP3 player of choice: SanDisk
  • Shell of choice: Station on the corner of Central & Talmadge
  • Wallpaper of choice: Black w/big pink roses from mom's livingroom
  • Skin of choice: The skin of any attractive willing male over 45
  • Favourite game: Farm Town (yeah, I'm a geek)
  • Favourite cartoon character: Dilbert
  • Personal Quote: Life sucks and then you die. Then they bury you in a box in the backyard.
  • Tools of the Trade: My head and a keyboard

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*za-zen 19 hours 51 minutes ago
*hugs*

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=Scarlettletters Oct 30, 2009, 2:49:02 PM
My deepest appreciation for viewing and faving my work!

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=nephthis Oct 1, 2009, 9:31:24 AM
Since you've been so hard to catch lately, you've been tagged!!

And I'm not apologizing, because I miss hearing from you!! So there!

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*taintedbliss Sep 27, 2009, 10:12:47 AM
Hello Ebil Writer lady! How have you been? :)

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I'm a warrior child.

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*LunaticStar Sep 21, 2009, 9:01:37 PM
I want to donate cookies too...I'm bored and stalking your page. Nomnom. :D

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If wishes were horses, we'd all be eating steak. - Jayne, Firefly.
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*ZomaS-M Sep 22, 2009, 9:12:00 AM
I stalk her when I'm bored too... But I keep the cookies for myself. :evillaugh:

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"You will forever be my Gargoyle."
"I am Wendell Carmen. And I killed Jezebel Gibson."
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*LunaticStar Sep 22, 2009, 2:28:09 PM
I just ate cookies. :D

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If wishes were horses, we'd all be eating steak. - Jayne, Firefly.
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*ZomaS-M Sep 22, 2009, 8:37:36 PM
Somebody in my education class showed us how to "fake-bake" without sugars or salts, and she made some pretty kcikass cookies.

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"You will forever be my Gargoyle."
"I am Wendell Carmen. And I killed Jezebel Gibson."
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*LunaticStar Sep 22, 2009, 9:48:59 PM
I've made flour-less cookies, but never sugarless. That sounds just plain wrong. What she use, splenda? Fruit? It sounds so...blasphemous.

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If wishes were horses, we'd all be eating steak. - Jayne, Firefly.
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