Comments Posted By Rachel Juillerat

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historic

Sylvester Oswald was this: a madman, a scientists. A creator of an injection that would better humanity.

But he was more. Because he was not human, not just. Machines and pistons and wires and a thrumming of gears turning, turning.

Sylvester Oswald was modern, stronger and ,ore advanced than the historic regular human.

» Posted By Rachel Juillerat On 09.02.2013 @ 11:01 pm

chivalry

There were moments when i hated my piercings and tattoos, my brightly dyed red hair, a shade just past fake and bordering cartoonish. Because men dont hold the door open for me, or peck me on the cheek. Rest their hand in the small of my back. Instead they treat me as a man, and i know, welcomed into their clan, that chivalry is dead to a woman like me.

» Posted By Rachel Juillerat On 08.13.2013 @ 9:11 pm

beckoning

The green land, lush, rolling.
The cliffs, sharp and non-forgiving.
Crash, crash, crashing of the grey waters.
The land is calling, beckoning to us all, to go where the witch lives.

» Posted By Rachel Juillerat On 08.12.2013 @ 8:17 pm

distress

There were several things to which owed his level of pulling-hair-out-eyes-wide-screaming distress. And they all started when he left his boots out and his cat decided to piss in them.

» Posted By Rachel Juillerat On 08.11.2013 @ 9:39 pm

justification

The rain slammed down into the ground from pregnant clouds and a ceiling of gray, plastering the hair to side of his face, running the blood from the body below him into the grass.

There was no justification for the sin what she had done but this.

» Posted By Rachel Juillerat On 08.10.2013 @ 5:38 pm

sundried

The chef the sun-dried tomatoes in with the pasta and began to toss it in the bowl. The pasta went squish squish and glistened in the Tuscan evening sun coming through the window. It’s was the reason Sarah would never go back home. This was her happiness.

» Posted By Rachel Juillerat On 08.08.2013 @ 10:51 pm

sons

We are the sons of angels. The few who are expected to fly when we weren’t given wings.

We are the sons of angels. But we are more like the demons of hell.

» Posted By Rachel Juillerat On 08.09.2013 @ 9:26 pm

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