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Aslee B. commented on the post, murder 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Blood slipped down Ryder’s arm, breathe hitched in his chest, panic rose in his throat. It didn’t matter that he’d threatened Milo and Melanie and Sugar, it hadn’t mattered that he’d threatened everything Ryder held dear. The Initiative would only see it as murder, and there would be no way to escape this.
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Aslee B. changed their profile picture 3 months, 2 weeks ago
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Aslee B. wrote about the word profound 1 year, 6 months ago
It was strange to think that every thing she did could be so important, so profound. It made it hard to breathe, hard to live when every word she spoke was a butterfly’s wing and his death was a tsunami on the other side of the world.
She was Chaos Theory, in it’s very definition.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word epiphany 1 year, 6 months ago
It was like a lightning bolt in his head, brilliant and painful. It was like opening Pandora’s Box, never able to shove the thoughts back in. They would plague him forever until they finally broke him down.
He was in love.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word bars 1 year, 8 months ago
Bars.
Blocking him from the outside world, not letting him talk or love or touch. And he wanted to. He wanted to so bad.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word existence 1 year, 8 months ago
Her existence was a fragile thing, the wing of a butterfly on a summer thermal. One wrong step, one false move, and it would all come tumbling down.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word insect 1 year, 8 months ago
It crawls across her finger, legs tickling her skin. She watches it in wonder, and a little envy seeps into her heart. It lives a short, but remarkable life. And she’s lived a thousand years it seems, when he lived no longer than the beetle. She wishes someone would come along and crush her, too.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word salt 1 year, 8 months ago
He tasted like salt, Nate thought blearily, running his tounge over chapped lips. Overwhelmingly, completely of salt. He wasn’t sure if it was the tears or the left-over taste of a kiss, but either way, his world was falling apart.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word transport 1 year, 9 months ago
She was shoved around, from place to place, either by the things that wanted to hurt her, or the people who thought they loved her. It didn’t help. I never would.
She just wanted to be still.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word deer 1 year, 9 months ago
There’s a silvery stag on top of the heel, an etheral deer. The air around it shines with ghost-mist, and Lori knows the rest of the Ghost Hunt will not be far behind, coming to take away whatever peace they have left. But right now, she can’t convince herself that anything this beautiful could hurt [...]
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Aslee B. wrote about the word succeed 1 year, 9 months ago
Try as he might, he could never get the flashing green eyes and silken blonde hair out of his head. And so he chose to do the one thing he could succeed in: Making them his, and his alone.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word repeat 1 year, 9 months ago
His name was repeating in her head, and endless loop, over and over and over again. Each time, she felt a different emotion. She loved him. She hated him. She regretted leaving. She watched him die. She would never sleep without his name, repeating like the tides, echoing in her head.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word thread 1 year, 9 months ago
She pulls the thread of thought, and it all comes raveling out, thee thousand memories holding her fragile thoughts together. If she loses him, she loses the single thread that holds her together. She can’t let that happen.
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Aslee B. posted an update in the group
To be a Writer:: 1 year, 9 months agoPrequel… Teaser… Thingy:
Insanity rules the world.
Long ago, in a time that mortals have long forgotten, the gods themselves were stripped of their sanity. The bloodlust ran deep in the deities, and hunting mortals became a game for those too weak to hold on to Olympus’s old ways. Heracles, Andromeda, Jason, Perseus, Pandora… all great heroes, some even the gods’ own offspring, were brought down, one by one. But every time, the mortals found revenge in the same small, unseen way. When their souls were released so violently, they reached out and tore a piece out of their murderer’s blackened soul.
The two fragments made a child.
Not a mortal, not a god, not even a monster, they walk the thin plane between reality and fantasy, clinging to the little sanity the mortal soul left them with. Running from the madness that pumps through their veins. Some are luckier than others, merely obsessing over one thing or another, while others… other have no fear for their own life, and wish for death to come.
The gods grew stronger, and more murderous, as they lose their souls, piece by piece. The more they lose, the less time they have with any true form of life. Once it’s gone, they shatter like stained glass.
And we have to pick up the pieces.
We are Soul-Born.
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I love the ending sentence. Try leading off with it next time to connect your readers more easily, but other than that, fantastic job!
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It’s a brilliant way to open. The first line really catches the reader and makes them continue reading. I love the small sentences that break between the larger paragraphs. They all have impact. I agree, fantastic job!
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This is amazing, I loved it, if you’re ever doing more with this I’d love to read it.
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Aslee B. posted an update: 1 year, 9 months ago
Ah! I think I love this place. Sixty seconds and a single word giving me muse? Totally going to use this EVERY SINGLE DAY.
And my avatar is actually the only picture of me I have on my computer. So… yeah. Not being cryptic, just lazy.
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Aslee B. wrote about the word punishment 1 year, 9 months ago
Watching them was the punishment for mistakes he didn’t remember making. The slow torture of what could have been in the life before, with the woman he barely remembered. And the brother who wasn’t his brother didn’t mean to, but he killed him with every sweetly spoken word about love.
