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I was depressed before I saw the paper towels gleaming happily in the store window. With tears still drying on my cheeks, I’m sure I hardly looked like the average customer.Harry Potter. Harry Potter.
Its always about /him/, isn't it? No one ever looks to see his brave sidekicks. No, no...Because he's the Boy-Who-Lived, and all that nonsense.by FigurativeSpeaking 300 words, 12 comments, on Jun 30 9:21 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Fan fiction, HumorPerhaps it was the incessant stream of ghostly tales that spurred the waver in her otherwise firm-footed reality. Reality is only an existence and only lasts as long at the lifby FigurativeSpeaking 1000 words, 2 comments, on Aug 5 5:49 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy, Horror, OtherThe well-worn paperback novel sat ready and waiting in his hand, held open by a thumb. Eyes were busy, though, wondering as he watched. Lax, a cigarette dangled on his lips. He“Stolen?” Silence stretched between us. I didn’t know what to say, and neither did he. A simple shrug was my answer. “Fuck it. You probably lost everything. That’s how it goes,by FigurativeSpeaking 1100 words, 3 comments, on Apr 29 1:54 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Other, Science fictionMy name is John. I am a doctor, and by most accounts, quite boring. / I like boring. Its predictable and content to sit and stare at a blanby FigurativeSpeaking 900 words, 4 comments, on Jul 18 1:53 AM 2007. In Dark, Horror, Short story, Unedited, Weirdby FigurativeSpeaking 700 words, 1 comment, on Aug 4 2:06 AM 2007. In Adult, Erotica, Humor, RomanceEvery day she makes her rounds in the house. She vacuums the upstairs hallway, the den, and the front rug. She feeds the cats, and lets them out, cleans up their messes. Then she waters the plants, humming as she does. One da1 - 8 of 8
