averrose

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Bad Dog by averrose, literature

154A by averrose, literature

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154A

I told him that whether we renewed it or not, the lease paperwork had to be signed before he would be home in two weeks. The place was spacious and bright; the area quiet enough; the courtyards green and welcoming. But for less money we could have the same setup, and money was his top concern. My priorities were a little fuzzier, but money was important as well. We had no qualms about moving. "Here are your keys, one for each of you," Ellen smiled and handed me the copies. "What does the Mister think about the apartment?" "My husband doesn't know." I smiled at her, and that convinced her this wan acceptable response. I had told him ab

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Prick by averrose, literature

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Prick

"Can I do it?" He's falling off the black metal stool with the question. I freeze, only to process the words, to be sure I'd heard right. Nobody ever asked to. "I'll let you." I push a strip into the small machine. It's shaped like an egg, but flattened so it won't roll, more 2-D than three. He seems to stumble over his words; I suppose he heard the discomfort—however slight—in my voice when I'd agreed to this. More of a confusion, but it sounded (even to me) like wariness. "I haven’t let anyone do this since the first time, when they found out. You're lucky." I grinned at him, secretly glad. "I don’t wanna do

Twine by averrose, literature

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Twine

Twine One wraps round me in the night, afraid I will become ether and leave to settle in drops on the lawn, ungatherable, changed without the chance of returning; the Other drapes a leg over me as part of his languor, sure that I am constant, measurable; not to possess me; to let me know I am his so when I leave my bones are not hollow—my limbs are not all my own; they are filled with his memory it is not a weight I resent, this grounding, as from roots, that makes me strong.

32108 by averrose, literature

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32108

3 21 08 I breathe and my drowning is in residual scents of kimchi, Code, and the fragrance only his body makes. I drown but it’s slow and light, weight presses me— oddly shaped, it finds me waterproofless—and enfolds without bias. I press back against the formless matter until it tapers, my eyes shut to it, my breath coated in fine sweat. He smoothes me over, a rubber spatula over my cake-batter senses, and I am not so much lost as I don’t need to know where I am. There is just me, and un-time, and un-existence—the culmination of everything I perceive after I have drowned.

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154A by averrose, literature

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Mending Me by averrose, literature

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Mending Me

I still remember that day, When you folded me in your arms and called me your own. As I felt your warmth cascade over me An involuntary shudder threw me roughly, But you pulled me closer, gently against your skin. And now it feels cold, unloving, Even amongst these blankets and sweaters of your childhood. When I think of the melancholy way you smile now, I know your heart is whole, but broken, In such a way that it beats and drums, But neither feels nor thinks anymore. How I wish I could put meaning back to your smile, Dry the tears you don't let me see, Throw myself back into the arms that used to hold me, And remind you that i

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Origin by averrose, literature

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Origin

You were the beginning of a wish, Soft words coaxed from the lips of a child Ignorant to the true connotations of phrase. My unspoken melody in your veins, The wish I made a paper-thin phantom Glorious in its short existence. You were the beginning of a wish, A whisper snatched from my heart's embers Without awareness as I cried. THe stars in your hair and eyes, My wish of an unfamiliar realm, Illusion of my deepest desires. You were the beginning of a wish, Now a fading strobe in the encroaching darkness, Dissipating into words and memories once more.

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for once by jhock216, literature

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for once

Cold blackempty like the cavern where crimson vellum once resided Drenched in reticence, your empty blue eyes do nothing but freeze the blood in these veins surrounded by phantoms, i lie in the dark next to your fading silhouette between sheets that hold so many memories, they are empty, like the chestnut eyes that bore into yours And as the rain falls harder as it falls faster washing down the streets through deep alleys, down endless roads, for once just once i pray it takes me with

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Apr 23, 1986

United States
Deviant for 20 years
She / Her

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anything Jo SungMo <3

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wally lamb, sara douglass, twigbrnch, cynthia zarin

Favourite Games

FFVII, hands down

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ps2...or old school nintendo

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foreign languages, food, cultures and customs. esp. Korean

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averrose

Oct 12, 2010

production resumes!

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Wow, finally got into writing again. Slowly, but hopefully will build my writer back up n start being me again  ;) Really excited about the "horror" prompt I was given at Sceram Prompts, trying to make it as good on paper as in my head, but I'm creeping myself out here! Not hard to do, but still makes for difficult writing. Plus, I feel like I'm writing high school crap, whereas I should have advanced by now. Baby steps, Bri. I will write quality shit again one day  :D In other news, no news really. Trying to absord as much reading and writing and music as possible. Everything is being fed into my brain to hopefully expand my writing. Just

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averrose

Jul 20, 2010

wow another year of nothing new

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so I stopped writing well after I left school (or writing classes there).. and I've written little since, and nothing worth posting. I have regressed to a time when I did not write well. Got engaged. Have puppies (dogs) with him. Might have a broken finger from walking the dog he had before we met. Yay! I am thinking of doing a project. Something longer/bigger than what I am accustomed to. Will develop this idea farther hopefully, as for now I only know I have bigger goals. Real descriptive.

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averrose

May 13, 2009

decapitated but still not dead :D

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yeah, been a year since I journaled here. Nobody reads it but I like to keep a little updated, y'kno? boyfriend: yay! school: semi-yay! work: see school ^^ Writing will happen more often I think. With summer approaching, new school this fall (where I will be an English major, so writing must be done!), drama unfolding, etc.