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The sound of children's play still managed to creep through his window, despite it being closed tight, the blinds drawn to block all light. He tried his best to ignore the enticement of the laughter and screams coming from the street; at the moment it was proving easier than normal, as his attention was rather occupied. The room was dark save for the desk illuminated by his work lamp, over which he was bent attentively. Tiny hands gripped tools with the confidence more fitting of a professional carrying years of experience, rather than a nine year old boy. He approached the pieces before him with intense focus, manipulated the pieces with def

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The Politician's Wife

Crimson nails down his back; the taste of copper in his mouth. He pinned her to the floor, his large hand running over the prominent ridge of a delicately shaped collarbone. His thumb pressed deeply into the deep hollow of her white throat. She screamed, her fingernails digging further into his shoulders, drawing blood. In a dismal state of self-induced depression, he stared down at the coffee mug in his hands. Half-heartedly he swirled it, glaring at the near-black sludge as if it were a personal grudge. It was burnt and weak, but it was cheap and they had free refills here. So of course, it tasted like rat piss. A little voice at the back

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From Here by scribblesngibberish, literature

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From Here

“Where do I put the coffee?” “Bottom shelf. It’s always the bottom shelf.” With her curt British accent, the aging manager makes every comment twice as harsh. With her masculine hair cut, wire rimmed glasses and her cigarette-lined face, she looks hard and commanding. Even her voice sounds manly; if she weren’t so conservative and British, she could easily pass as bitch. She sits at the far table, eating food meant for customers, dictating her orders from her regal throne. But she is still the manager, and so the girl puts the coffee meekly on the shelf before turning to greet new customers. “

An Extraordinary Pet by scribblesngibberish, literature

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An Extraordinary Pet

She heard them before they reached the door. "SIR!" The pitch of her voice nearly shattered his eardrums, his vision filled with turquoise and gold-tipped navy feathers as she flew from the golden cage in the corner of the room. He looked up from his desk calmly, but she was already across the room, her long nails – the same turquoise as the feathered plumes in her hair and of her wings – gouging deeply into the forearm of one of the armed men. Her wings battered at them, keeping them at bay, a blur of blue and turquoise, lime green and lilacs and fuchsia feathers. For a moment he couldn't understand how something so tiny and fra

One Medium Suitcase by scribblesngibberish, literature

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One Medium Suitcase

“Where are you going?” She glanced up, startled, to the door, where he stood watching her. Silhouetted by the hallway light, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning casually against the doorframe. She knew he wasn’t as nonchalant as he’d like her to think. After an awkward pause, she returned her attention to the things she had spread out across the coverlet of the bed. They left slight imprints on flat beige of the downy cover, footprints in the sand of her life. She didn’t answer him, but he didn’t expect her to. She surveyed her small horde of possessions in a meticulous manner completely unlike

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Cricket Bats

Allen was lying draped over the couch, wondering how he’d explain things to Thom when the door slammed open, rattling the windows of the college flat. “Did you pass?” He asked conversationally, still trying to think of an appropriate broaching of the subject. Thom glared, the door left wide open behind him, storming violently into his room. “Why don’t you tell me?” he snarled as he passed Allen on the couch. “Aww, come on,” Allen flipped off the couch head over heels, Thom’s mood having brushed away any

To The Right by scribblesngibberish, literature

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To The Right

It'll be okay. At least, that was what she kept telling herself, repeating it over and over in the back of her mind with all the understanding a six-year-old could muster, until it became the truth. I'm okay. I'm alright. Big girls could take care of themselves. Big girls used big words. Alright. She was alright. She bit her lip, feeling the sharp burn of tears about to fall. I'm alright. I'm alright. As she spoke the words out loud, the sounds catching in her throat as she formed them, alright, alright, she felt herself begin to shake. Alright, alright. Stupid. You're alright, y

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Vivisection

"I don't feel comfortable allowing you to possess the scalpel," Jason admits uncomfortable. Alice regards the creature before them with disturbing hunger. "I don't need it," she replies softly, watching as the rabbit cowers, terrified, in the corner of the steel cage. It's frightened by the crisp medical white, the lack of cover, and above all, the exposure to the girl before it. Animals have no trouble recognizing the demon for what she really is. Jason says nothing to this, busy measuring out the sedative with analytical accuracy. The clear substance fills the syringe gradually. Alice watches the rabbit, no interest in the scie

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Feb 8
Canada
Deviant for 13 years
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She / Her

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My Bio

My personal hero is Dmitry Orlov. 'Nuff said.

I'm originally from London, England, and am currently saving up to move back there.

Connie and I are a tag-team.

Current Residence: Here.
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, Indie, Folk Rock
Shell of choice: Conch
Skin of choice: My own
Favourite cartoon character: Peppermint Patty and Woodstock
Personal Quote: "Analogies are like sandwiches in that I'm making one right now"

I has a tumblr. Don't follow me because I mostly just reblog fashion things and food things and sparkly things and occasionally other things that catch my interest and maybe some concept stuff Connie and I are working on.

Favourite Movies

The Boat that Rocked

Favourite TV Shows

M*A*S*H, Twin Peaks,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Peter Gabriel, The Dave Matthews Band, Snow Patrol, Fleet Foxes, Animal Collective, among others,

Favourite Books

The Lightbearer, the Shape of Water, among others

Favourite Writers

Leo Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Alfred NoyesNeil Gaiman

Favourite Games

Silent Hill 2, Amnesia, Deadly Premonition

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS3

Tools of the Trade

A chisel. A railroad spike. The blood of the not-so-innocent. A roast chicken. And a spatula.

Other Interests

Poking dead things with sticks.

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Jul 25, 2012

OCT's and the French

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I should really update this thing. Currently I am in Montreal, finishing up the last 11 days of an intensive language course in French. I am also judging in Coffeegoblet's OCT, Cannons and Corsairs, which you should all definitely check out.

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Mar 7, 2012

ASLDKFJSKSFSJKSLA

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SICK AGAIN. 3 doctor's appointments in the next 2 days.

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Feb 4, 2012

Tagged. In a MEME. O___O

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Hmn. So, tagged by ~PAMACIDE (https://www.deviantart.com/pamacide) for this meme thing . . . first time I've been tagged in one of these thingies ..... let's see how this goes. . . . IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? RULES [1] Get out / open your music player (iPod, MP3 Player, etc.) / music library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player etc.). [2] Put it on shuffle. [3] Press forward / the next button for each theme. [4] Use the song title as the answer to each theme, even if it doesn't make sense. [5] Bold the theme (Opening Credits, Waking Up, etc.), italicize the answers, and give your own comments in the parenthesis on how it relates to the prompt.