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Etiquette. What flavor of etiquette? Backstage etiquette? Dining etiquette? I am experienced in many areas. This prompt is throwing me through a loop…
» Posted By Nachos On 07.13.2011 @ 1:26 pm
“Morals” are a crapshoot devised to control weak-minded herds of humanoids. Don’t listen to anyone else’s moral philosophy. Live by your own word- do your own good. It will work out.
» Posted By Nachos On 06.27.2011 @ 8:24 am
The body. I knew the body. He had promised me that he wouldn’t go through with the switch; it couldn’t be him! It had to be in possession by it’s original user- I knew it. Before I could think, I had slung the massive creature and his hairy friend across the room.
» Posted By Nachos On 05.24.2011 @ 9:18 am
I was curious as to how he planned on saving my life. I’d been bled nearly to death, and I could still see the tiny bruises from the leeches’ jaws on the flesh of my upper arms. I felt weak and anemic, and I could barely breathe; my flaxen-haired angel savior had his work cut out for him.
» Posted By Nachos On 05.17.2011 @ 7:59 am
This thirst was different than any thirst I had ever felt in my mortal life. It was tugging at my heart like a child’s hand on the string of a soaring kite, pulling me towards the town, yearning for the wonderful, satiating blood of unsuspecting humans.
» Posted By Nachos On 04.11.2011 @ 9:23 am
My most trusted friend was an old, worn, leather diary in which I could pour out all of my secrets and wishes. I would never speak of this old friend to anyone- keeping it private and all about me was the center of my world.
» Posted By Nachos On 03.30.2011 @ 12:28 pm
The executive of the company was not at all what I had expected. He was actually a she, and a rather domineering and tyrannical she at that. Florence Moretti had an iron will, a commanding disposition, and knew how to bring the hammer down.
» Posted By Nachos On 03.29.2011 @ 11:29 am
Everything was digital. So different from my home planet, which was a bit lacking in the technology department due to our extremely poor government. As you would expect, I was especially excited to see how the innovations worked to improve quality of life on this rich, advanced world.
» Posted By Nachos On 03.28.2011 @ 1:52 pm
I approached the boy, carefully keeping my distance so I didn’t frighten him. I knew that I would not frighten him- the more correct description would be that I would seduce and obsess him- but I didn’t ever want to admit that I had this awful, uncanny power over mortals.
» Posted By Nachos On 03.22.2011 @ 12:00 pm
I took the shape of a summer wind, and launched myself into the sky. I flew past rows of tall trees, rustling fields with long grass, and a pasture of grazing cows that made sweet jingles on their cowbells upon lifting their heads.
» Posted By Nachos On 03.19.2011 @ 1:21 pm
I began to wander down the street, noticing briefly the flicker of the streetlamps on the dark, murky surface of the lake. The smell of hibiscus flowers permeated the air, and was carried past in gusts of summery breeze.
» Posted By Nachos On 03.14.2011 @ 3:14 pm
I made a statement to the group, and they ignored me. They ignored me! We’re trying to save humanity from imminent destruction, and my team is ignoring me. Apparently they’d rather sit about and shout and yell, rather than calmly and strategically formulating a plan.
» Posted By Nachos On 03.11.2011 @ 11:04 am
I saw the bees outside my window, buzzing about, chewing up the wood and making sawdust fly through the air and collect on the screen. My dad, who is afraid of bees, went outside to spray them; I couldn’t watch, as I am a bee lover myself. I thought they were cute- Dad thought they were evil.
» Posted By Nachos On 03.09.2011 @ 11:03 am
I could be specific on the details of this story, but I have little time at the moment. I hope you are one of those rare folk, as I am, who can enjoy a random jumble of interesting words even if they make little sense.
» Posted By nachos On 03.03.2011 @ 8:50 am
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The lights went down without a flicker, seamlessly making the walls turn dark and then blue in the blacklights clipped to the stage manager’s desk. The show was about to start- I could feel it even when I already knew from the cue echoing through the backstage monitors.
» Posted By Nachos On 02.02.2011 @ 8:55 am