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I sat listening to the roar of the engine; the splashing of puddles as the bus drove through them, disturbing the silence of the rain. It pattered against my window harshly; a million stingers from a swarm of bees trying to sedate me with their poison. But I was protected. Not only by the tough exterior of the city bus, but also by the arms of my loved one. He embraced me closely, our heat warming each other - something the bus could not do. Every time a passenger wished to exit the vehicle, an evil rush of cold November air greeted us, followed by a light mist from the torrent outside. I snuggled in closer to him, longing to feel his soft
WINDOWPANE
The rain beat down on the windowpane steadily, sounding as if a thousand men were stomping their feet, begging to be let inside. But the window remained closed; the glass a barricade from the harsh winds of the outdoors.
She sighed a deep breath and watched as the window became foggy under her lips as she pressed her mouth against the cool glass. She closed her eyes, and imagined the window was him. His soft lips mashed against hers in passion. She recalled last night, how their bodies moved in sync with each other, how he felt against her skin; his soft touch and gentle caress. The sounds they made, the screams of excitement ech
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I sat listening to the roar of the engine; the splashing of puddles as the bus drove through them, disturbing the silence of the rain. It pattered against my window harshly; a million stingers from a swarm of bees trying to sedate me with their poison. But I was protected. Not only by the tough exterior of the city bus, but also by the arms of my loved one. He embraced me closely, our heat warming each other - something the bus could not do. Every time a passenger wished to exit the vehicle, an evil rush of cold November air greeted us, followed by a light mist from the torrent outside. I snuggled in closer to him, longing to feel his soft
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Burying A Sci-Fi Cliché
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if I were a writer by In-Ink (https://www.deviantart.com/in-ink)
From the Dusty Annals of Sci-Fi Cliché History
James Tiptree, Jr. was a writer of science fiction, mostly short stories, whose first work, “Birth of a Salesman,” was published in the May 1968 issue of Analog Science Fiction.
Analog Science Fiction
Warm Worlds & Otherwise
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Three more stories were published that year in the sci-fi magazines If and Fantastic. Science fiction writing wasn’t always given its due as
I'm debating putting my Sims 3 fanfic up on here.
Would anyone be interested?
Am I even allowed to post it?
I need opinionss!!
if you want to check it out, it on my tumblr somewhere amid the random re blogs.
http://princessjennxx.tumblr.com/
Thanks
-Jenna :heart:
Yeahh it was my 21st BIRTHDAY TODAY!!
I got Card Against Humanity, a cake, and an expensive headset for xbox.
Also as a belated gift, I'm getting a
CAR~!!
Soo awesomee.
Have a good one
:heart: Jenna
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Check all you're afraid of:
[ ] the dark
[ ] staying single forever
[ ] being a parent
[ ] giving birth
[ ] being myself in front of others
[ ] open spaces
[ ] closed spaces
[x] heights
[ ] dogs
[ ] birds
[ ] fish
[ ] spiders
[ ] flowers or other plants
Total so far: 2
[ ] being touched
[ ] deep water
[x] snakes
[ ] silk
[ ] the ocean
[ ] failure
[ ] success
[ ] thunder/lightning
[ ] frogs/toads
[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad
[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends mom
[ ] rats
[x] jumping from high places
[ ] snow
Total so far: 4
[ ] rain
[ ] wind
[ ] crossing hanging bridge
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