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KimoHime
Oh, God.

Ichimatsu can't feel his feet. He can't feel his hands or his legs or stomach-he's numb to the world. The bus is almost comically thrown on it's side, bent in half due to the force of the train.
"Please," he hears Todomatsu whimper, and for once(more)
KimoHime
"Come /on/, Choro-nii, it's just a dollar!"
"I'm not having that, Todomatsu. You're too spoiled for your own good, and you're /not/ trying to get that toy. You've never gotten it before, have you?"
Todomatsu doesn't respond, instead pulling his lips together into an overdramatic pout. "That's just unfair,(more)
KimoHime
Jyushimatsu is like a dandelion.

Infectious and bright and /yellow/.

Ichimatsu nearly winces as he bounds into the living room, all noise and cheer and happiness. It's not like Ichimatsu hates all of that, not at all. It's just Jyushimatsu, and Jyushimatsu takes a few minutes t(more)
appj
She never knew when exactly it would start, but knew when it had - her skin began to peel, her eyes began to change color, and horns would start to prick the spines of her back. This happened every once in a while when she was at her weakest(more)
KimoHime
It takes time to heal ruined relationships.

Ichimatsu knows it best, knows that being good for a week does nothing if you fuck up one day.

Still, Karamatsu forgives him. He can't say he's glad for it.

"Izumi said he saw you at the video stor(more)
tstep
From adjusting the blanket behind my back to kicking the kittens out of the room to avoiding the email from my son's teacher, I lost the thought. The closest I can get to it is, "I find..." It could have been a theory on death. It could have been(more)
Danielle
They told her she was on the mend but she knew better. There was a whistle when she breathed, but it didn't come from her throat. It was in the center of her head somewhere, unleashing a thin and relentless vibration that hurt her teeth and earlobes.
(more)
ccmoore
Anxiety, when not attached to a specific event or thing, feels like a storm.  Arriving in gusts that blow through you, it swirls and gathers lift in an actual physical place just behind and under your heart.  You exist inside it, just as a sailor in his dinghy suddenly finds himself(more)
KimoHime
In a way, Ichimatsu knows he deserves better.

For all the crap he gives himself, he knows he's done better in life than the homeless people on the street or the criminals he's certain he passes in the alleys while he roams.
Still, even though he supposes he's(more)
ccmoore
Gaining sufficient altitude, the pilot set the plane at cruising speed and settled into his chair.  At the same moment, another man, seated in coach, stared out the window at the engine fairing. He had spotted something alarming.  A small panel had worked itself loose and was vibrating in a way(more)
KimoHime
"Oi, Karamatsu."
The sextuplet doesn't react, for once.
"Hey," Osomatsu says louder. "Crappymatsu, are you sick? Help me beat Todomatsu in paper rock scissors!"
Karamatsu doesn't even have his glasses on. The brothers have slowly stopped joking, each turning to stare at the situation that's arising.

"(more)
ccmoore
The news announces the death of the fourth person to perish this week after summitting Everest.  A woman, I think, from altitude sickness. That mountain will forever kill people for the simple reason that up there, there is no air.  Unavoidably then, every ascent becomes a lottery with each breath slant(more)
extemporaneouself
Good times to eat that good stuff. Honey on my chest, dried up and cryst allized.
The pause button
is stuck and the space bar keeps tricking m e .
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Remember when you were 6 and you had that dream that you could fly?
Then you ha(more)
carthage
Her smile was a delicate thing, like holding a child's hand. Warm in a fearful sort of way. At least that's how I saw it.

Maybe that's why she left.
(more)
Danielle
When you're a grown woman and you cry like this, it's disgusting.

You are used to having control of your mouth. Your voice and your emotions.
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