A Human Animal"Oh, whatever. Get a life." She scowled as she slammed the car door shut and watched the pickup truck speed off. She smelled the familiar burned rubber, she heard the screeching of the tires; felt more than saw the headlights fade away. She didn't stay standing on that curb for more than half a minute, but it was long enough. With gritted teeth, she threw her purse down on the lawn, the likes of which contained a mixture of dead grass, mushrooms, and too-long, off-green grass. She ripped at the buttons on her coat and tossed it over her purse, careless.A Human Animal4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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It was two in the morning, who would be out to steal her purse and coat? Even if they were stolen, there was nothing of real value in there. Nothing that couldn't be replaced. She kept anything valuable on her person at all times. That was the smart thing to do, after all.
With these reassuring thoughts, she bolted across the street, into the construction zone newly formulated there, with loose mesh boundaries she leaped with ease. She
ColorsConrad is an artist. And despite his grumpy exterior, his obsession with tidinesshis pressed and folded spirit, packed neatly into the wardrobe of his mindhe sees colors and patterns in everything. In this pavement, stretching out beneath him, the cracks are like a spider-web, foggy in their whites and blacks; a delicate weave of light and dark, with traces of green where the moss has started to seep out. The sky is peach-on-midnight-blue, a symptom of the polluted air sliding among the city streets like a disease. The buildings around him cast gold light and when he walks by them, it's like the sun is shining again. They attract him like a moth to the flame, and sometimes he'll lurk outside and pretend that the peach-and-blue closing in above is just an abnormally high ceiling, and that the real outside world is this miniaturized one shining yellow on him right now.Colors4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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The town he grew up in was smaller than this, and constantly framed by grey. Silver clouds let a murky glow