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Reasonably DivineThe house was quiet and dark when Ellen arrived home. She had grown accustomed to such conditions in the last year, but certain nights still found her with mixed emotions. Jake would be asleep in his room by now, underneath the warm covers that she wasn’t there to tuck in. He rarely stayed up past nine o’clock on a school night.Reasonably Divine
Ellen bit her lower lip and furrowed her eyebrow. She would never have imagined her son to be as responsible and self-sufficient as he was, and was unsure how she felt about it. As she rolled resignedly into the driveway and killed the engine on a chilly November night, she found herself wishing
by ~mrsocko54
The 'T' Is SilentThe ‘T’ Is SilentThe 'T' Is Silent
The ice-cream scoop was giving me problems all day. It’s not that I didn’t know how to use it—I had been working at Emperor’s Ice Cream for two years—but today it was being difficult. It threw off the entire routine I had developed: get the order, locate the appropriate flavor, reach, scoop, bowl. Repeat. The malfunction forced me to use both hands to keep the rolled up ball of frozen cream within the scooper’s grasp while I transferred it to the bowl. This forced me to roll up my sleeves to keep the cuffs of my uniform, an anesthetized grey shirt covered by a fading
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In Search of LOST TimeThe following takes place during the Season 3 finale of LOST.In Search of LOST Time
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On the second day he realized that, even if he wanted to get out of the ditch, he couldn’t. His legs were motionless once again. John Locke lay in a hole, surrounded by the decayed corpses and skeletons of what Benjamin Linus had called “his people.” In this regard, Locke thought Ben was telling the truth. An old, moldy piece of clothing was wrapped around the nearest corpse. There was a symbol on the chest: THE DHARMA INITIATIVE, it said, with that familiar octagon holding the symbol of The Flame station. Locke guessed
by ~mrsocko54
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Killing TimeI can’t really tell you how it happened, or how this all started, I can only tell you that I killed time. I don’t really know how I found it or even how I did it, it all happened so fast you see. It all started when I woke up two months ago, it was the normal routine, wake up, eat, get dressed, go to work but something was different about that day. You know when you feel like you are worth more, you can do better, you are made for better things, well it was like that, only worse, much worse.Killing Time
It took another week for me to realise what that was, people kept looking at me strangely, like I was something terrible or I had
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- Current Residence: Meadville, PA
- Interests: Lost, reading, writing, music, baseball.
- Favourite movie: Pretty much anything based off Stephen King
- Favourite band or musician: Talking Heads, Phish
- Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, Jam bands
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy VII, Smash Bros. Brawl, Zelda.
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii
- AIM: Phishy36
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Some people value their own life. Others are willing to give theirs for anybody. I'm both the former and the latter.
You have some pretty cool stuff as well
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Sometimes the need to mess with their heads outweighs the millstone of humilation. -- Mulder
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sabotage will set us free; throw a rock in the machine!
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