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Post by HIMA on Sept 14, 2013 6:58:14 GMT -8
1. | Dice | 2. | Fireflies | 3. | Blood | 4. | Sea | 5. | Glass | 6. | Boil | 7. | Machine | 8. | Fantasy | 9. | Dog | 10. | Lust | 11. | Titan | 12. | Free | 13 | Electrify | 14. | Regret | 15. | Children | 16. | City | 17. | Waste | 18. | Smile | 19. | Shackles | 20. | Lights | 21. | Song | 22. | Holiday | 23 | Villain | 24. | Hero | 25. | Fly | 26. | Tease | 27. | Touch | 28. | Hide | 29. | Night | 30. | Naive | 31. | Animal | 32. | Hush | 33. | Soon | 34. | Still | 35. | Friend | 36. | Close | 37. | Together | 38. | Fight | 39. | Mask | 40. | Clean | 41. | Stars | 42. | Panic | 43. | The End | 44. | Text | 45. | Return | 46. | Magical girls | 47. | Gundams | 48. | Bishounen | 49. | Tentacles | 50. | Writer's Choice |
MAKING A NOTE.CLARA SAGRADA.
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Post by HIMA on Sept 14, 2013 7:05:56 GMT -8
[attr="class","l2l"] 01. DICE 260 WORDS | On her tenth birthday, Clara was brought home a toy.
It was large, so large the petite little girl with the snow white hair had to strain her neck just to look up to the toy. Small for her age, but five times more curious, she'd often ask him questions. Why his eye was cloudy, why did he have such a big line (a scar, he said) across his neck. But most importantly, there was a question she asked him every single day without fail, and it was a question he never scraped words for even to a little girl.
"Why are you here? You're too big to fit into my bedroom. Your head will hurt my ceiling." She would point out, tiny fingers pointing to her stark white wall. Clara craned her neck to look, and felt sad.
The Toy sat down, legs crossed, peering at the board game he'd set out for them both. Clara didn't know how to set up board games, after all, she didn't play with those. It was The Toy who got them to play with her.
He spoke without spoken to after the second time Clara took his $200 after passing 'GO'.
"I lost a game," He choked, shaking his head, as two die fell out of his oversized hand. "Something... Like this, even."
"With dice?" It was The Toy that taught her dice and why they had six sides. "Daddy beat you with dice?"
The Toy nodded.
"Then you've got to count yourself lucky! Daddy obviously went easy on you!" Clara laughed.
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Post by HIMA on Sept 18, 2013 14:12:38 GMT -8
[attr="class","l2l"] 01. FIREFLIES 111 WORDS | The colour of blood stings, and wants to seep through into her skin and Clara isn't sure what she thinks, or what she should think. But bloodshed is the proof of a battle won if not a scratch is on your body, and so it's a total victory for little girl with the snow white hair.
Fingers glow eerily in the thick of the darkness and Clara smears it on her cheeks like a victory mark. It's hers, and no one can take it away from her. So she trips up her own feet again so she could get up and run, chasing after summer bugs in the thick, summer night.
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LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE! [newclass=.l2l]background-color: #5f5f5f; height: 102px; width: 100px; overflow:hidden; color: #F1F1F1; font-size: 10px; font-family:tahoma; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.l2l:HOVER]background-color: #5f5f5f; height: 170px; width: 100px; overflow:hidden; color: #F1F1F1; font-size: 10px; font-family:tahoma; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; -webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass]
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