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It started on a Thursday. Serena remembered that much perfectly well. She had never liked Thursdays in September, and certainly not in the company of her cousins. She empathized completely with Green Day, and she'd love to be able to sleep through the entire month, to be woken up when September ended. But then she'd have to deal with October and November... and even into December and January.
She'd considered hibernation, but then she never had thought well of eat
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Not Too Swift by RogueMudblood, literature
Literature
Not Too Swift
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“There's something wrong with this burger.”
The nasally voice made the blonde roll her eyes. She turned to face the customer standing at the counter. As she took in the appearance o
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Isaac had always been a resourceful young man. When he found himself without something he needed, he found a way to obtain whatever it was – or to create it. The latter was often an entertaining way to pass the day, especially when he'd been a child. But as an adult, Isaac didn't have the luxury of spending an entire morning trying to figure out how to make a dishwasher out of a pinwheel. He had tasks and responsibilities, things that he'd been requested to complete for t
What We're Paying For by RogueMudblood, literature
Literature
What We're Paying For
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Jerome often wondered why he bothered to go to college. He sat in classes where professors droned, and often didn't care whether he was even present. In addition to lectures, there were also lab requirements, and he fulfilled those with a monotonous drive that would be the envy of any robot. Afterward, he was expected to write essays or do research, tasks which were listed as exemplars for 'doldrums' in any modern dictionary.
When he managed to stay conscious during class, i
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It rose and fell in a regular rhythm, the motion mesmerizing Caitlyn as she stared at the object. The pattern was far from being a straight line, but the cadence captured her attention completely.
When it had first caught her eye, she'd been playing with her toys, swirling various colors together within the new sphere she'd been given the day before. Her parents had given her a set of new objects to go along with this particular orb
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“Mommy, I wanna ride the train!”
Celeste sighed. Janice had been tugging on her arm, the hem of her shirt, her belt loop, her purse... Anything she could think of to try to get her way. All she'd succeeded in doing was irritating Celeste. The brunette was sure she had a few new gray wisps of hair sprouting from her scalp.
It didn't help that Janice was pestering her about something they were already waiting to do. She sighed, reaching down and picking the preco
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Sweets were one of his favorite things. Not wanting to waste the rare occasions on which he allowed himself a sugary treat, Isaac made sure to savor them, letting them rest on his tongue for several moments before swallowing.
He hadn't always been so careful. When he was a child, Isaac had eaten ice cream and cake like any other kid when at parties – quickly, and without tasting it much. At the time, it hadn't seemed like a big deal. They ran around and played, and when
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Nellie had a horrid headache. She'd been sitting perfectly still for more than fifteen minutes, battling the fact that she needed to move, but every time she did, her head would throb and ache. She almost felt as though she could rip her brain from her skull and simply be done with it, since the soft organ wouldn't be throbbing against the inside of her head if she did. But she knew that wouldn't solve the problem.
Unfortunately for Nellie, she couldn't simply abandon t
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“C'mon! Wake up!” Tuesday groaned as he rolled over, his straight hair mussed against the flat pillow. “C'mon! Wake up!” He reached his hand out from under the covers, long fingers with blunt-ended nails groping blindly. When the alarm sounded for the third time, he managed to find it. Smacking the tp of the alarm clock a couple of times, he grinned when the siren stopped sounding, burying his face back into the pillow.
“C'mon! Wake up!R
Real World Interference by RogueMudblood, literature
Literature
Real World Interference
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Click-clack. Click-clack.
The fireworks in the distance echoed through the air. Dave's breath came in heavy pants, puffs of smoke billowing in front of his face as he crouched close to the ground. The sky was an explosion of light, threatening to expose him.
Rumbling to his left sounded much closer than the celebratory sparkles of color brightening the night. Thinking someone was closing in on him