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A Glass of Wine The crystal disperses a spectrum across the wall;A Glass of Wine by ~xxSmack111
a hazy kaleidoscope twisting with each shift
of her hand.
Inside the glass swirls a silky liquid,
like molten rubies or a pool of blood.
She shifts her legs, emerald satin
falling softly
on her thighs.
The Lola she wears on her neck,
a veil of warm vanilla and rose-soaked pear,
masks the aroma of her drink, so that the


Blitzkrieg The situation underground was comparative serenity to the hysteria of outside. Bea sat in a huddle, pressed against the ever-vibrating walls of the bomb shelter, watching without seeing. It had been less than two hours since the ordeal began, but each minute felt like years, and Bea's thoughts plagued her in an incomprehensible swarm. She closed her eyes and lent back until her head made a dull clunk against the wall. Under her breath, she began to murmur the notes to her favourite piece of music, just loud enough to hear the tune wavering from her lips.Blitzkrieg by ~xxSmack111
While she repeated the phrases, an orchestra began to build in her mind, the crescendos


My Heart and Yours It was the bright sunlight that woke Claire from her sleep. It seemed that someone had opened her curtains for her. Or perhaps they had been that way when she arrived, so delirious with exhaustion and overwhelming joy that she simply didn't remember. She was thankful; early morning was her favourite time of day. The light told her it was maybe eight o'clock, for it was gentle, but fresh, caressing the surfaces it touched with a lively yellow glow. It splayed out across the room, revealing the sparkling linoleum floor and the overly starched duvet from which Claire now wiggled.My Heart and Yours by ~xxSmack111
As she sat up, Claire looked over and noticed her husband was sti


The Snowflake The sky was dark. A kind of grey that only appears when the clouds are heavy and bloated. Millions of wisps of spidery threads connected by droplets, frozen together, awaiting the moment they become free. Amongst the masses, a particularly pregnant cloud was trembling. With a silent sigh, a tiny, crystal flake fell. It tumbled, caught by the wind, and floated side to side until it reached the already white and powdery ground.The Snowflake by ~xxSmack111
This individual snowflake was like a star, with intricate icicles connecting the points like a halo. It had only been sitting for a short while before it was joined by its brothers and cousins, until the air was as whit


Some Backstory "My parents were Russian immigrants," said Dick Chainsaw, Private Dick. "Now, they came over to America in the 80's, so they wanted to put some distance between their past and their future. They decided to start with me, their son. What my mom did was ask a man on the street--the first man she saw--and ask what would be the best, most American name for a boy."Some Backstory by *KriegsaffeNo9
"Dick Chainsaw?" said the strapping young lad who was helping him steer the life raft away from the burning, sinking atomic cruise ship for radioactive supercriminals.
"Close. Janet Throwpillow. So they just called me Dick Chainsaw instead. My real last name is Ivanovitch."
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