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JournalWord: Branded :: She giggles as she flames the needle point of the pin through the candle light and all I can do is trust her. Maybe I should be a little nervous, I mean, she does seem unnaturally cheery brandishing that pin. Then again, all those pain killers are making me float, so I smile when she scoots closer to me. I don't know what she whispers into my ear before she pierces it, I'm distracted by the shine of her dark hair, but what she says afterwards rings sharper than the action. "You're mine now." :: I'm...

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An Opera Unfolds

This is one of my chapters for a collaboration that a great friend and I are doing. My post with Marie Curie  was also included (with a few tweaks). Also, check out my collaboration partner, JeromeR.Vandamme! He's a fantastic writer! :) Anticipate The Roar :: Shutting the door behind me, all noise ceases abruptly like a wall blocking the notes of a concerto. There are little groups of people packed into the corners of the halls, hushing each other to check over their shoulders before continuing their whispers. Grasping my...

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Happy 100th Post!

This will be the hundredth post I'll have posted on this blog, and it has been an insane and inspiring ride since my first post. We've made it through: Failures in stranded island fiction Short stories about OCD cashiers and mafia geniuses Aspiring male models and a young doctor Angels crashing into the life of a secretary JournalWords that become stranger by the moment A maybe not-so-subtle hint of a threesome story Gang nurses fighting off perverts Lots of stories about demons Lists cooked up in minutes A wedding phase Actually,...

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Slumber

The 5th installment of Bless! It's just a filler at the moment, because this is such a slow story, but I've mapped out the rest of the story so it definitely is coming together :) Enjoy! And to all the Canadians: HAPPY CANADA DAY!!! :: Sam pauses his knuckles over the grain of Sarah's apartment door, twisting slightly to procure his cell phone from the pocket of his sweat pants to check the time. He sucks in a breath at the late hour, glad he hadn't knocked, in case they are asleep. Stepping back, he scrummages for the nick in the door...

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