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Bowen poured another glass of bourbon, put the pill on his tongue, and looked across the room at Morgan. The robot stood in her charging station, lights blinking under her translucent skin.

He lifted his glass to her.

“Cheers.”

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2020-02-19

“I’m risking everything to show this to you,” said the woman. “My job, maybe my freedom.” Beads of sweat glistened on her skin even though it wasn’t hot. “Maybe my life. Now shut up and follow me.”

4 18
2020-01-29

This week’s theme: Righteous Risks!

** any lines about chances or risks **

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2020-01-29

01/01 theme: Fiercely Fresh!

** any lines about new or fresh **

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2020-01-01

This week’s theme: Crooked Candy

** any lines about candy, sweets, dessert or treats **

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2019-10-15

Silence isn't always a cage. Sometimes, it's being free to adore the moon and dream of swinging on it while staring out into a sea of stars as if you were whisked away to your own island. The trick is muting your reality.

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2019-07-11

Giselle was never able to fall asleep easily. Cat naps on her feet were the norm. The sheets on her bed always smelled freshly laundered. She could never lie prone. The wild bohemian spirit possessing her would always decide bed time was the time to dance

🎨Pinterest

2 6
2019-06-27

Wolf: (throwing me to the floor, lust in his eyes, desire in his heart) “What a tasty snack you’re going to be.”
Woodsman: “What’s for dinner, Red?”
Me: (pulling another tail bristle from the crust) “Wolf Wellington.”


🎨 : Matt Dixon (Pinterest)

4 11
2019-06-12

"Never bury memories you can never retrieve later. My sister once jested that I was forgettable. To symbolize it, she drew a keyhole in the sand above my name whilst we vacationed at the beach & let the ocean destroy it. Hasn't remembered me since."

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2019-03-27

Immortality always comes at a price. The one that I am forced to pay is being the footman to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. My duties include maintaining their clothes, running baths, shaving them and shoeing their horses.

Death never looked so sweet.

16 55
2018-06-13

"He handles his drinking glasses with more concern than the words he uses to leave welts on my heart," I mutter in bitter petulance.
"I'm sorry for bringing him up," she says, slowly slipping the knife from my grip.

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2017-11-08