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Should Not Be Ashamed

Transgressive in front of a crowd
Except when behind a screen
Accept that it should be loud
Respect the being you have been
Satisfaction in release we should be proud

A Simple Life (pt23)

Someone else had been her first and last friend. Emil therefore was not her friend. What he was… was the last thing she could cling to before he pushed her off into the wild seas. He was her last harbour. He was not safe (that had been Lorene) and he was not protecting her (that had been Alton). He just was.

Soon enough, Coleen would just be too. That was what immortality would give her. As the numbness crept back through her she realized this was how she would have to feel all the time. It no longer made her...

A Simple Life (pt22)

All her feelings tumbled around her. She drowned.

But she could not die, so she had to resurface again.

“Now that was silly of you.”

(Underneath his comment, the unspoken “are you all right?” that meant she was not. She never would be and he was the only one to ever truly understand that.)

Disappear

Can we go outside and play?
Overcoats and mittens on
Leading boots in snow astray
Diminished boredom, we are gone

A Simple Life (pt21)

He made her yank out weeds. Coleen only did as much as he made her, hating the feeling. These gloves didn’t fit her hands well. If Emil wanted her to do more of this she would have to make better ones. Or come up with another way to not be roped into this. She should not have to weed the backyard. She could care less how the place looked.

She had already done her own weeding in the world on a completely different scale. It was a lot less manual labour and much more sacrifice.

When Coleen returned inside, Emil...

A Simple Life (pt20)

“Aren’t you going?” she asked. Emil stared at her and she continued. “Might as well enjoy the free food. They might have real chocolates.”

That caused him to react. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

Coleen might have rolled her eyes, but she did not feel it. “Is that the impression I’m giving?” she asked blandly.

Even she didn’t like the fake chocolate she had made. It was a surprise Emil had choked down any of it.

“I’m going out to the garden,” Emil said about the garden that they didn’t have. With that established h...

Subdued

[tw]

Chilling as your heart beats faster
Harried stretches toward relief
Out of reach
Knowledge of who’s your master
Expected sheathe of one decision’s disaster

NaNoWriMo 2019

It is NaNo season again. I should have come up with a hilarious or insightful post for the first day of my fifth NaNoWriMo, but I really don’t have the mental capacity. It’s all being sorted with my stories. Talk about myself? Why that?

I want to Write. That’s it. I also go to 20BooksVegas this year, for the first time. Try to be a professional.

I go to my annual convention with my sib, dressed to the nines. Try to be a child.

And I want to Write all the words.

If you don’t hear from me on December first, it is because I...

The First Day Of

When the rain got worse, the two of them returned within the walls. Aziraphale had to report back and he was certain Crawly had somewhere else to be as well, but neither of them wanted to make the trip in such weather, so they waited it out in the garden.

Aziraphale was slightly aware that he should have gone anyway. To tell people about Crawly being here and being the tempting one and all, but the rest of him decided that the truth of the matter wouldn’t change no matter how far out the report was,...

Drinks

An angel and a demon shared the same taste in their alcohol.

Most people wouldn’t assume that. They would think one had a more cultured tongue and the other would take the cheap stuff, but really it came down to what they had. Aziraphale and Crowley would drink anything, but when they could have their preferred glasses they most definitely would throw the other sets in the street.

Aziraphale presented him a bottle of whiskey that Crowley hadn’t seen in a couple of decades. He whistled.

“Crown Royal, eh?”

“Seemed like a...