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She pulled away from the window, drawing the thin lace to cover the glass.
“What is it?” Her sister asked from where she was crouched on the floor, eyes bright with excitement.
“Savages.” She whispered to her sister, bending down. She hiked the edge of her skirt, and pulled the gun from its holster.
Her sister grinned. “How exciting.”Posted By Amai On 01.09.2012 @ 9:16 pm
His fingers seemed to burn against my skin, the heat of him stunning. I blinked up, saying nothing, and he crouched down beside me.
“Lucy, are you hurt?”
I blinked at him, fire running across my skin outwards from where he was making contact with me.
He shook my arm slightly, and I didn’t resist the motion.Posted By Amai On 11.23.2011 @ 3:15 pm
I was left sitting there, my hands in his fur, with a sense of gratitude. It was annoying, having them so worried, but it also wasn’t. I had been afraid I would take this badly, and they had been ready to see me through it. Annoying, yes, but it was an annoyance I was glad for.Posted By Amai On 11.15.2011 @ 4:34 pm
I was positively sure that Xan wouldn’t complicate things by making some special allowances for the senior officers and the thought of Xin suffering in the rain was enough to make me feel slightly better, until it occurred to me that he could still take his frustration out on his horse.Posted By Amai On 11.10.2011 @ 12:10 pm
The scout looked over the small bush, his eyes narrowed as they picked colours out of the surrounding environment.
The scout looked over at his companion, a smile on his face. “Berries. Might be-”
His companion reached over, grabbed a handful, and shoved them in.
“-poisonous.”Posted By Amai On 10.14.2011 @ 3:01 pm
She looked down. Was that an ant crawling its way up the white edge of her sock towards a skin. She reached down to brush it off, and it jumped up to her calf. She yelp, and ran for the tub. ‘Not this again’ she thought as she ran the water. ‘Anything but fleas.’Posted By Amai On 09.06.2011 @ 8:11 am
She pointed, a flailing limp-wrist-ed gesture which took in the entire landscape of the table. Dirty dishes, used utensils and condiments galore.
The not salt
He lifted the pepper and his left eye brow, and with a frustrated sigh she snatched it from his hand
ThanksPosted By Amai On 09.03.2011 @ 8:50 pm
She made no verbal offer. She laid the case down and let that speak for itself. He couldn’t know exactly what it meant. For how long, and how much. But it didn’t matter, because it meant something. And he was already moving towards her, smile firmly stretched across his face.Posted By Amai On 08.31.2011 @ 9:17 am
The elastic was sorely tested by her girth. It bulged and puckered and sank into her skin, cutting red angry marks into the rolls of her flesh. She leaned forward, straining it further, all of her wobbling within its confines, and he looked away, mumbling his order to his place mat rather than to her, terrified he’d be looking at the moment the elastic of her bodysuit failed.Posted By Amai On 08.10.2011 @ 11:53 am
She veered, one wheel taking the curb, her hands pressed flat against the horn. The pedestrian, who’d been angrily prodding at their phone looked up, startled, and shuddered with the realization of how close they had come to injury.
She let her blood cool, forehead against the back of her hands and reminded herself of all the reasons she did actually like driving.Posted By Amai On 08.09.2011 @ 9:26 pm
The light bulb swung slowly at the end of its chain, a quiet clink echoing in the small empty room when the glass connected with the metal pull that switch it on. The light was on now, dim and dirty, with one improbable fly caught in the inside of the glass, and a faded set of fingerprint smeared into grim on the bottom.Posted By Amai On 08.07.2011 @ 6:50 am
He wasn’t on the level. That much was clear. It wasn’t so much the horns he was trying, and failing to hide, under his hat, as the all too innocent look on his face, and the shuffling of his hooves that gave it away. She’d seen the type before. And it never went well if you took them at face value. She set her brain to a grain of salt o meter and listened carefully to his tale of woe.Posted By Amai On 08.04.2011 @ 10:38 am
The band sat beside the stage, the drummers foot banging out the beat to their best song against it, the tip of his shoe dragging through the leftover refuse that littered the floor. A janitor with a push broom worked quietly across the room, but the man with their paycheck was nowhere to be seen.Posted By Amai On 07.27.2011 @ 1:36 pm
The bones were old and dry. They were almost warm in her hand from the sun as she picked them up. The sand shifted under her feet as she moved silently forward, and raised the femur, the tip of it lost in the glare of the sun, and then brought it down to spill blood across the sand.Posted By Amai On 07.23.2011 @ 7:04 pm
She was violent. It wasn’t her fault really. She, like everyone else, was a product of her environment. The only difference was she had flourished there, taken to the hardship like a duck to water, until violence was the only way she interacted. The only way she could.Posted By Amai On 07.21.2011 @ 5:49 am