Fleece Ch. IIt's nearly impossible to make out a knock in the midst of a thunderstorm. I sat in the living room for maybe five minutes with my book, reading the same line, wondering all the while if that was knocking or just hollow, distant rumbles I was hearing. I had finally reached a truce with Raisin as far sharing couch-space was concerned, and he watched me with enormous yellow eyes now, half-splayed on my lap, just daring me to get up. I wasn't inclined to; the lights were off in the entryway, and I didn't feel ready to brave the darkness.Fleece Ch. I
A flash of light brought a weird silence and I shivered as the cold white-blue light cleared all
Aloysius drabble1The water burns off my skin where heat dries lingering drops from my hair, the rivulet winding down my nose. I shook my hair out, a hand balanced on my forehead to stave off the brightness as I squinted at my brother's feet dangling idly in the water, eye-level. The blue-green colour and crisscrossed light pattern give his toes a bloated, scarred look, and I point to it with a finger and a laugh. Zach doesn't laugh and I look up at his face this time with a sigh, pulling my body out of the pool as I sit dripping besides him.Aloysius drabble1
"They'll get over it." Mom and Dad are fighting again, yelling every night, way past midnight. And when th
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The morning dawn doth rise again. Forlorn the bellows of the eastern kiln. Take up your arms, soldier of the din and fall once more in the pit of death's end.
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I'm not a slacker; I'm a minimalist.
...Why was I just typing like that?
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I'm not a slacker; I'm a minimalist.
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Never stare into the sun, even if your eyes are cold.
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I'm not a slacker; I'm a minimalist.
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