Like a rose from a wild bramble bush with five white petals, your body is the flower of creation; your heart, a bloody calyx where you separate whey from the cream of life. 288 more words
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When self’s inspiration for her fan fiction dries up, she has a very convenient pile of unread magazines very close by.
This pile reached previously unheard-of heights during Year 2014, because self was so often traveling (by choice: All of self’s trips are self-imposed) 685 more words
Self has no idea what is happening. A week ago, she had only 9 chapters written. Now, she has 15. Ever since she got the news of Margarita Donnelly’s passing, on Christmas Eve, she’s just been writing (and not just her fan fiction) like blazes. 169 more words