

Lift For example, he reserved particular joy for the sending of young men to their deaths. Especially with the right musical backing.Lift
And the cymbals suddenly split away from the rest of the percussion, throwing the mass of bodies into a new, more violent, time-signature. He grits his teeth as he moves with the surge, pressed ever tighter to bodies hot and wet with sweat; brushes clenched fists and spikes and hair.
As he starts to feel himself fall, he opens his eyes to the dark dampness of the relaxation tank. He turns his body, kept afloat by the salt in the shallow waters, and hears the water slop about him. &nb


How I came to land on my bumHow I came to land on my bum was, I got up at five in the morning to finish off a portfolio and I printed it off and it was all ready to hand it in.How I came to land on my bum
I headed off through the shortcut route to save time but it was really flooded because I live in the sticks.
I thought I was pretty clever when I traversed the handrail of an overflowing bridge and made it to the other side. Then I jumped over a flooded ditch, and made that too. But it was at that point, the split-second point where my foot made contact with the ground and I started to slip, that I realised that I'd gained an audience. Dozens of children looking from the
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foreign starfish
that is all
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and then a dog came...
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and then a dog came...
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Yes... No... That is to say... Ah.
Oh, and incidentally: ~thatwritinglark
What a lovely surprise!
Must be some mistake with the database system or something, heh.
Fanks.
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Enigmatically yours,
*AxDude, LitMuse Founder.
'Moral Victory, hu... funny, that's what they said about Jesus when he was on the cross, "Oh, don't worry Mary, it's a Moral Victory..."'
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"This moment's beautiful, and I'm about to make it hurt."
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