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BlAm - Welcome HomeThere was an almost uncharacteristic quiet around the apartment complex, the typically windy part of town was still and Blaine watched the sky, quietly bored, but somewhat excited. Today was going to be good, she was sure of it.
Her eyes scanned the sky for any clouds that made familiar shapes, but they all just looked like fluff. She wished briefly that she'd told her soon-to-be-roomie to come earlier. Blaine had readied her two bedroom apartment for the other's arrival and found that it hadn't taken nearly as long as she'd expected it to.
So now she sat on the balcony, her eyes flitting between the parking lot and the sky above. She wanted to see her friend soon.
The minutes passed and felt like hours before she turned her eyes down at the sight of motion. A silver Honda pulled into the parking lot and she got to her feet, watching the vehicle from her place on the second floor.
The driver's side door opened and Blaine couldn't hold back a smile when her friend Sam stepped out of the
The End of The WorldThe normal lunchroom chatter faded into nothing, it was quiet, and soon the silence was replaced by wind. A sharp gust ruffling my clothes in every direction. It was quiet again, though I could still feel the wind, and the empty white space around me rustled like tree leaves. The wind slowed, eventually stopping and the sound of teenagers talking began to flood back into my senses.
"Marc," a voice called my name. My world began to turn, going from it's blinding white it began to grow colors, slowly returning me back to reality, where the voice was given a body and the chatter was given a crowd.
I stared at the girl before me, waving a piece of paper in my face. "Earth to Marcus," She said, with a hint of worry. "Come on, you're freaking me out." She reeled back the hand with the paper and ditched the parchment, opting to poke my face and pinch my cheeks.
I regained control of my body and quickly swat her hand away, shaking the day dreamy mist from my head and taking the paper off the t
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More