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The stunt double sat behind the wheel. Hands sweating, knuckles whitening as the pressure from his foot brought him ever closer to the doom that awaited. That’s a wrap.

Posted By Lunatic On 05.26.2012 @ 3:47 pm

I was leading the party through the jungle of squawking orcs yesterday. Slashing and screaming our victory was almost poetic. Our would be cast down through the ages if we weren’t so bloody.

Posted By Lunatic On 05.26.2012 @ 11:05 am

Incense. The smoke filled her lungs but she breathed it in deeply anyway, despite the uncomfortable burning. It smelled good, like peace, like calm. The small ember in the darkness gave her mind something to focus on, red and bright. She felt like that, sometimes, just an ember burning in the darkness. Sometimes she also felt like the smoke, floating blindly, lost and without direction.

Posted By Lunatic On 11.08.2009 @ 1:44 pm

The towel was cold and pressed tightly to my swollen face. I wondered how it would look when it was gone, if the bruise would purple, if there would be a cut. Thankfully the ice, seeping through the thin fabric as it melted slowly, had numbed my skin. Numb on the outside, numb on the inside. Pain is different for everyone, I understand that. But to be hit by someone you love should make you feel something other than the icy numbness of a wet towel on a bruise.

Posted By Lunatic On 11.08.2009 @ 1:19 am

Oven. The oven, there, that’s where the fire was. Burning brightly and smelling of cookies, cake and sugar. Childhood things, sweets baked by mother and grandmother on winter evenings. Then, of course, the oven grew cold as grandmother and mother faded away and now I sit, my own family who I once baked for in that oven gone, and the smell of sugar is all that lingers.

Posted By Lunatic On 11.06.2009 @ 11:03 pm

Shield, a strong and sturdy protection keeping her separate from the rest of the world. She was in her own bubble, her anger her shield, her fear her shield. Her mind was carefully guarded, her emotions locked deep where no one would ever find them. A shield to keep her away from life.

Posted By Lunatic On 11.04.2009 @ 1:12 pm

My identity was constantly in a flux, never stopping, my personality changing with each heartbeat and each breath. I didn’t know who I was, most days, and others I just didn’t care, raising my hand to who I had been five seconds ago and waving farewell with a grin and a lightness in my step.

Posted By Lunatic On 11.04.2009 @ 7:22 am

She spoke into the microphone, wheezing and coughing, precious seconds of speaking time cut off by the sickness growing in her lungs. She whispered her wishes, her regrets, her messages to lost loves and living children. She dreamt as she spoke, pouring out half dazed dreams that resided only in her head.

Posted By Lunatic On 10.27.2009 @ 10:28 pm