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'I am Scar Katt'-Scars story. Part 1Inmate TC222 slid down the cold steel wall, her wild blond hair bunching behind her. She had been in this cell for as long as she could remember...Or at least as long as she wanted to remember. Her head slumped down as she thought. She heard heard screaming coming from the cell adjacent to her. "So I guess I'm not the only one in here" she thought as she picked at a piece of grime on the floor. The guards liked the room spotless when they came to do their weekly check. That's why TC222 always left a little dirt or a rumple in her thin bed sheets, her way of getting back at them.
The door of her cell rattled as a guard in uniform came through. She wasn't important enough(Or enough of a security risk) to get her own 24 hour guard. This was a new guard, her badge stated she was a Private. "Too old to be so new thought the Inmate, Maybe they need to gain my trust..." It certainly seemed like it, given the 'Private' tried to start convocation with the Inmate. All the Inmate did though was l
Rock Diary-2012(Tigers eye stone)Rock Diary
Dear diary. I saw my therapist, Pink Amethyst today and she told me to keep a diary, so that’s what I’m doing.
It all started when I was formed. I was sand, well not really sand, more like silica. I was under the great blue rolling waves of an ocean, somewhere near the Henan province of China. I was happy being silica; I got to roll with the waves and pushed to new places in my sleep. Every time I awoke there were new faces smiling all around me.
Then came the day when I was too heavy to be pushed by the waves, you see, on my travels many other silica particles joined onto me. I was stuck, never to be pushed by the ocean again, never to be lulled by the waves crashing above my head. This must have been what it felt like to be one of the smiling faces, hiding the fate of the youngers by their big broad smiles, to hide the fate that faced the smallers. I always try to hide this part of my past, but there is no escaping it in a diary. I would smile at the younglings
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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