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Les commented on the post, magenta 1 month ago
She popped her lips and stared into the mirror. Everything was ok except her hollow eyes and pale skin – like she had been in a bunker for the winter and had just re-emerged. Maybe the lips would distract from her deathmask.
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Les commented on the post, claims 3 months, 2 weeks ago
It was dubious, she thought, thumbing the book and making her way to the back. “Studied in India under Ghandi.” It sounded like it was written by a high schooler. She looked up from under her eyelashes at the gentleman and scoffed audibly.
“I’m sorry, no.”
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Les commented on the post, swell 3 months, 2 weeks ago
There arose a swell in the sea so magnificent, Trudy was lost under the waves for a good 5 minutes. Surely she had not survived that? But as Ben watched and watched he finally glimpsed the red ribbon, and soon after a cascade of dripping amber tresses that were unmistakably Trudy’s.
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Les commented on the post, size 4 months ago
It mattered. Why is it her brain always went to that? She was short, so when she sat in those plush chairs in the hotel lobby, she sank down in and her eye level was right… there. She felt like a wolf in search of a sheep.
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Les posted a new activity comment 8 months ago
ugh I meant ”were” :P
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Les commented on the post, trial 8 months ago
He found he could not speak.
“You understand the charges leveled against you, correct Mr. Hastings?”
Davida plunged through the door just then, breathless.
“Stop talking to him! Ivan, say nothing. His […]
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ugh I meant ”were” :P
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Les commented on the post, patrol 10 months ago
Eion tossed his head back for a second to look at the stars. He sighed, his eyes bright with the glimmer of the millions of heavenly bodies shining in the clear black sky above him, when he heard a rustle. In a […]
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Les commented on the post, harness 10 months, 3 weeks ago
She saw time slipping away from her, felt the surge of power leaving her body. She had nothing left to give. The last thing she remembered was the sudden warmth of a strong hand on her back, before her mind melted […]
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Les commented on the post, luggage 1 year ago
She grabbed her bag off the counter and huffed as she pushed past the concerned onlookers in a daze. There were supposed to be two tickets. TWO tickets, not one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes […]
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Les wrote about the word solitaire 1 year, 6 months ago
My entire day at work is occupied by these miniature cards. Forming them, moving them, double-clicking, scrolling – I’m surprised I’ve managed to avoid carpal tunnel syndrome up till now (fingers crossed). It’s wrecking my posture, as well. My tendinitis is on its way back… Ah, solitaire.
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Les wrote about the word orchestra 1 year, 6 months ago
My mother joined the orchestra when I was eight. I remember sitting in the audience, humming the tunes to myself (they would become very familiar to me after weeks of rehearsals), swinging my legs to the music. I watched my mother’s hands move the bow back and forth across the strings of her cello. Her [...]
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Les wrote about the word passionate 1 year, 6 months ago
I think I’m passionate about being a bad writer. I hate everything I produce. Including this. I didn’t even use the word “passionate” right. Bloody hell.
What a shit day.
What a shit life, more like.
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Les wrote about the word artistry 1 year, 6 months ago
In the hall above the side table hung a portrait of the woman of the house. Her face revealed nothing, but that she was alone.
The man of the house had suffered some sort of mental spell and was currently living in an institution in Connecticut somewhere unknown to the rest of the family.
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Les wrote about the word castle 1 year, 7 months ago
She tapped the edge of her champagne glass with a delicate finger, holding it aloft. The waiter was at her side in the blink of an eye. She watched him with a keen eye until the frothy liquid had reached the tippy top of the glass, then finally nodded. “Thank you.”
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Les wrote about the word dull 1 year, 7 months ago
My intellect has dulled since I graduated. I can almost feel it seeping out through my skin, becoming dumber and dumber as the days pass.
The thing that worries me most, I think, is that I don’t care enough to stop drinking. Or to enroll in grad school or something. I don’t mind the loss.
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Les wrote about the word warfare 1 year, 7 months ago
The battle between my eyelids and sleep rages on and sleep is winning.
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Les wrote about the word warfare 1 year, 7 months ago
She doesn’t budge.
“I told you, I’m not going.”
A minute ticks by and I can feel her breath on my skin.
“Move.”
I know it’s futile, but I say it anyway.
She just shakes her head, her feet firmly planted on the line in the sand – no closer.
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Les wrote about the word spring 1 year, 7 months ago
It seemed so far away, that time in May when she could pull up her hair and feel the breeze against the back of her neck, so warm and calm and life-giving. She closed her eyes and smiled in remembrance, then opened them again to stare out at the white expanse beyond her living room [...]
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Les wrote about the word prosperous 1 year, 7 months ago
My sister was always more successful than I was, whether it was baking, traveling or getting a man – she was there first, and she held on to her wealth. I, on the other hand, found myself always grasping for things and missing. It was an empty feeling sometimes.
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Les wrote about the word warned 1 year, 7 months ago
He had warned me of the impending visit, but I’d let it slip my mind, down in the cracks between what was for dinner and where to park. But then there he was, uniformed and standing straight as a board, waiting for me to say something. I couldn’t say a word.
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