All My Pretties

JournalWord: She likes to collect pretty things. :: Stepping back from the teal box, she grins and claps her hands in front of herself enthusiastically. "My!" she exclaims,  surveying her work. "That shade of blue really pops out the green in your eyes. You look even more gorgeous than you did half an hour ago." Her only reply is a series of muffles which she quickly shushes with a firm frown and wagging finger. "That is pure silk, my pretty angel, and it doesn't take well to saliva staining it's brilliance, so stop your sputtering...

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Jumping The Gun

JournalWord: Hold me in your arms. :: "Nobody move, or I'll shoot!" he shouts, pressing the muzzle deeper into her dark wavy hair. Everyone in the bank instantly complies, dropping to the floor like stunned flies and uttering, not a peep. The girl in his arms starts to struggle, and suddenly he sweats when she squirms easily in his grasp. Panicking, he neglects the reason why she would turn around instead of running away. "This is so romantic," she exclaims, bright eyed and perky despite the gun aimed at her face. His hand wavers...

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Wooden Horse

JournalWord: Fighting gravity. :: She examines the horse, poised on the tips of its back hooves and balancing as it stands tall on the clear glass tabletop. The curve of its back is a series of slopes and arches, almost a vertical posture as its front feet kick at the sky. His mane is tossed back in frozen waves, curling into itself like a tornado, and the wispy tail is a whirlwind of incoming clouds. The dappled grey hide glints from a polish set into the grain. She wonders if he's even touching the table. "Papa," she asks her grandfather...

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A Drop For A Bottle

JournalWord: Catching teardrops. :: "A teardrop from the heartless," he whispers with a satisfied smile as he corks the tiny bottle and pockets the glass bottle into the confines of his leather jacket, over his chest. He starts a leisurely pace out of the shadows of the alley, not a glance or hint of concern at the slumped body perched against the grimy alley wall. She doesn't move, allowing her tears to collect into a pool in the hollow of her lap. Her hair is now a mess of tangles from where her hand had dug itself a nest to keep...

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Wonder

The fourth installment of Bless! It's a long time coming :P :: Sarah quickly realizes that aside from feeding Blue, she has run out of ideas to keep him busy. Over her cleared plate, she turns to once again glance at the clock, only to find that it has only been ten minutes since she's last checked. Sighing, she stacks her utensils on her plate and wipes her mouth with her napkin as she studies the brown haired boy across her table.  This is so strange, she muses, and smiles when he practices his grip on the fork and spoon. The...

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