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“I had a grandfather once,” he said, blowing out a slow stream of smoke. His eyes clouded over in remembrance as he stared at the flag that fluttered in the breeze. “Oh?” asked a tall male with red-banged black hair. The males’ tail curled on one thigh as he put the book he had been reading to the side before sending the swinging chair moving again. He watched as Sunny took another drag off of his cigarette and blew out the sweet smelling smoke. “Yeah. I had a couple of them actually. And
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“Another day, another headache caused by sinus pressure,” the man moaned softly as he kicked the recliner back, remote in one hand and painkillers in another. “Why am I the one to suffer?” “Because it is allergy season and you have a bush next to your window, a flowering tree next to your bathroom window, and palm trees along your route to job hunting,” replied a male with dark-purple hair pulled into a neat bun at the base of his neck. His violet-red eyes swept over the sprawled male, gettin
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It was a dark and dreary night… “No. Too Edgar Allen Poe sounding,” he muttered, highlighting the line and hitting his delete button with extreme prejudice. The night was filled with the howling of the wind… “My Lord. What am I? A third rate writer?” he asked himself, flopping back into his chair with a huff, shoving back his dirty blond hair and glaring at the screen as if it were the cause of all of his problems, glasses glinting in the lamp-light. His companion looked up from his bo
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Trying this again
S.L. Lewis commented on S.L. Lewis's blog entry in S.L. Lewis Many Thoughts and Updates
I rather thought so. *smirks smugly* Keeps things in order and lets people find things without hunting. Which I do often. Very often. *nods* -
So, I tried this before but it didn't quiet go the way I wanted it to go. Let's try again, yes? Stories that are currently posted Breaking Her Bonds Finding Someone Rose Strailos Flash Stories Various One Shots Writing the Past a Goodbye Note Forums Under my one shots story header Fangs and Claws Side Stories Bloody Thoughts Writing the past a goodbye note Breaking Her Bonds Leaving it all behind The Kuro Family Stories Other Stories: A Butterfly's Dream Being re-edited and re-posted, slowly Finding Salvation in the Dark Being re-edited Rose Strailos Flash Stories
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When you combine a teenage boy and darkness that wants him, you get a rather interesting mix.
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As I sit here at my desk, staring at my computer screen and the words that I type out, I find myself confused about a few things.. I do know that I keep hearing the same thing over and over again, but I'm still confused. Is being gay really that bad? I mean, it can't really that bad if so many people are, right? Are they really evil? Are they as a-moral as so many people have told me? Do they really hurt others, forcing them into some thing unnatural? Are they really going to hell becau
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2008 Spring Anthology
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Finding Someone By Rose Strailo It’s surprising how well you can hide yourself from those around you; to never draw attention to yourself on what you do. You just have to be seen as ordinary, that way people just pass you by when they look for someone amazing, to seem so ordinary that people just pass right over you when looking for someone amazing. It was so easy too, how I became one of those in the shadows. It was…amazing just blending in and not being signaled out
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Breaking up is rarely simple, but being betrayed makes it worse.
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Breaking Her Bonds By Rose Strailo My feet hardly make any noise as I pad down the stairs from the loft. Quickly finding the lighter and the candle that I had on a table at the bottom, I light the wick. Moving over to the fireplace, I build the fire back up to help ward off the chill of the night. The rain creates a soft pitter patter in the silence; and the gloom is broken by the soft flame that flutters as I walk. Kneeling down, I put a new log into the fire, and a quick poke at
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Relationships don't just end. The physical parting can be followed by a long and painful emotional parting. Something Lavender knows too well.
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Writing the Past a Goodbye Note By Rose Strailo The author would like to respectively remind all readers that this story is owned by her, no matter what her real name is. Should she see this or any other story anywhere that she has not personally put it or have given permission to put it, she will sue. Any thing that is a name brand isn’t hers and she means no copy right infringement. Short Authors Note: I don’t often do this, but it needs to be known that this is the FIRST story in a l
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100 Flash stories done by me.
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Prompt: character Number: 13 It was a matter of how they acted and not who they were. Or at least that’s what they told themselves. It was amazing to discover who they were, how they acted and how they lived. It was amazing to discover every little nuance of their lives, loves and personalities. Every time I take pen to paper to create someone new, I discover myself in them even though they are nothing more then a character on paper.
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Prompt: words Number: 5 They could cut and slice, drag you down to the deepest depths of pain and sadness. They could rip you in pieces and leave you quivering in the after math. Or they could weave around you, telling a tale, giving you thoughts of life and love with just a few moments and the right tones. They could do so much with so little so we continue to use them, to hurt. To heal. To kill. To weave. Prompt: courage Number: 9 An inner strength that shines through
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Prompt: Master Number: 35 Breathing out the word as again I seem him, I blush and look down. I know I should not want, but I do. I want to touch and be touched. I want to feel a bed under me as he presses me down into it. My desires are so very bad and I would forfeit my life should others discover my perversion for I am a male, black and a slave to him and I want the one I call…Master. Prompt: History Number: 42 It’s mostly writtten by the winnders, those who had the power to come ou
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Prompt: Love Number: 7 Its butterflies in the stomach and smiles that carry a secret. It’s walking hand in hand, even if it in secret. Its soft kisses and softer looks. It’s holding each other close, no need for sexual intimacy every night. Its giggles and laughs, even at the stupidest things. It’s forgiving after a big fight and compromise before. Its life for the heart and soul that fills you up and never leaves you empty. It’s the light in the dark that I want in my life for always
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Prompt: Death Number: 39 It’s not so bad really. Kinda cold, kinda lonely, but not very scary all around. I really don’t see what the big fuss is all about. It doesn’t come in the form of a scary skeleton with some giant scythe, but in the form of a black butterfly. It’s actually very pretty and I smile as I meet Death head on. Prompt: Pocky Number: 52 It’s nothing special really. Granted it’s from Japan and is supposed to be exotic, but it’s not really all that exotic. It’s j
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Prompt: Contempt Number: 21 It was much more then hate or dislike. It was a slow boiling of disgust that showed in my eyes and made the person in front of me balk. Smirking, I let it boil and writhe in my heart as I started at the bastard who had trapped me in such a way that it was nearly impossible to escape. Like I said, it was much more then hate or dislike. It was contempt for the low life form that I called husband. Prompt: Music Number: 20 The beat moves through me, making my
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Prompt: Father Prompt Number: 12 Information: Connected to Betrayal He was there when I came home. Looking at my tear streaked face, he frowned softly. Not saying a single word, he opened his arms to me, letting me fall into their warmth and sob out the pain of the betrayal. He is the one man in my life that I knew wouldn’t betray me. He was my father and he was my support as my world crumbled under me. Prompt: Beauty Number: 15 It was amazing how something so simple held so much
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Prompt: Betrayal Prompt Number: 72 I never thought it would happen to me. I never thought that I would have been in a relationship in the first place. But I was. And even as I stand here and listen to my so called lover call out another’s name in passion, knowing that I was going to finally give him everything, is the ultimate betrayal. I run and don’t turn back, even as my crimson haired lover calls for me to return, my tears flowing fast and free. “Lin…” I hear whispered on the wind b
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Prompt: Razor List Number: 1 It was pretty in its own way. It shined in the light so nicely, even when it was me that was moving. It laid on the white tile so innocently, beckoning me to pick it up again. I know I really shouldn’t, but oh how I wanted to. It was my escape, it was my defeat. It was my life. It was my death. I thought I had destroyed this craving so long ago, but…now it was back. It was so addicting to me and I didn’t know what to do. How was I able to stop myself from p
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It was fluttering in the wind, eyes drawn to the beads and crystals tapped together as feathers brushed over them. The hoops leather was almost black with age and grime while its spider web was dirty but still strong after so many years of exposure. The house that it protected had long ago been abandoned by the owners. The tales of the land calling it haunted, cursed by dark spells. No one knew the real legend, the real tale of the house. Lin preferred it that way, liked it just fine. It m
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Shifting upon his pillow, Brader ran a long, pale finger around the edge of his tea cup, watching the way the tea rippled in the cup. His silvery white scales shimmered like a rainbow as he curled his tail around him a bit tighter. Looking up, hearing the very familiar humming of his roommate along with the soft rasp of scales on smooth stone coming up to the room, the albino naga placed his cup to the side. Smiling as a green head popped through the door, Brader uncurled and slid into an upr
