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Mrs. LubonekNobody knew how old the Luboneks were, but they’d lived at the top of Pecan Hill since before Cumberland was built, and the town grew up around them. Mr. Lubonek had a voice like gravel and always smelled of engine grease, sweat, and the gritty scent of someone whose friends were machines and whose family were the tools he kept in the shed. Mrs. Lubonek was airy as a bird and every bit as flighty, yet there was a sharp, witty glint in her eye that you only caught if you were looking for it.

The Luboneks lived a simple, dusty life atop Pecan Hill. Mr. Lubonek ran a small mechanic shop out of his garage and Mrs. Lubonek sold baked goods.

Heart, Have No PityThe train sways from side to side, gray subway lights washing away all color from the world, and the shuffle on his music player is playing only the songs Jesper hates. He hits the skip button again and again, tries to keep his briefcase pinned between his legs. There is a coffee stain on his shirt, but he did not have enough time to sprint to his bedroom and change before he had to leave to make his train on time. He cannot afford to be late again.

Skip-skip-skip. He should stop allowing his sister into his apartment; she always deletes his good music and replaces it with pop that Jesper despises. He thinks he hears his station being called

Lies.Her skin was so tight and crisp and with my touch it seemed like it melted away.

It was the color of caramel.

On her breasts there were goosebumps, as i brush my hand against it.

Her smell filled my nostrils and over took my senses.

She was there sitting in front of me. Begging me to eat her.

I must have her.

I undressed her hungrily, biting her, savoring her.

For i have waited to long for my princess.

With a tug, here there, her meat slipped away from her bone as she gave in to my lust.

"MICHAEL are you done with your fried chicken?!
Uh... Yes ma!"

And like that he left her naked and alone.

the strawberry tartOne afternoon I bought a tart for thirty dollars.

Didn't seem like much at the time, just a couple of bills out of my back pocket, for a tart about three-quarters the size of my fist, laden with whipped cream and fresh strawberries.

I popped a strawberry in my mouth and I liked it, so I took another bite. Didn't like the whipped cream so much. Ate the strawberries, the edges of the chocolate pastry, and threw the rest of the tart away.

When I turned around and strolled back home, I felt the sunshine on my face and I thought that this world could do with a little more happiness, this bliss of a bright afternoon, more often.

Then I rounded

IntroductionSometimes what you want for Christmas won't make you happy.

"Roy! So good to see you!" I beckoned my old friend inside and hung up his coat. "How are you?"

"All right," he replied, "but I still can't grow my own coat."

I laughed at the inside joke. Roy and I had more than one common interest, but our obsession was movie monsters. We pored over pre-code comics, and he envied the werewolves even though they always died horrible deaths.

"I see college hasn't changed you," I said with a smile.

"Unfortunately not," Roy sighed. "You know what? I don't want to be a werewolf. I just want to see one. To see one and meet one, and then I'd be happy

MemoriesI remember lying in bed with you, longing for a deeper connection. You would always sleep with your back to me, in an almost fetal position, as if you were physically guarding your heart. All I wanted was to touch those scars that ran down the center of your chest, but you told me you were not okay with someone else's heart beating within you so I let it be. The look in your eyes when you woke up in the morning; the sleepy surrealness of a dream playing at the corner of your lips, and the early morning light goldenly surrounding your messy hair like a halo was enough to quench any thirst I had for you. It was enough to resonate in me for a lo

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Connelia walked in the palace and greeted the guards and her father. She noticed her sister walking over to her and gave her a Raffenhoffer. "Hey, little sis!"

"Oom, what did I tell you about giving me Raffenhoffers?" Connelia crossed her arms. Oom giggled nervously. "Force of habit." Connelia pulled Oom away from her father's earshot. "Listen…there's something I have to tell you, but you have to promise me that you will not tell anyone, especially Father." Oom smiled and nodded. "I promise little sister…"

"Good." Connelia pulled Oom in her room. She made Oom sit with her on her bed as she

Enter the Shadow Demon Chapter 18:00 AM

Connie's alarm went off. "Ugh…maybe taking a late night stroll wasn't such a good idea…" she said as she slammed her hand on the clock to stop beeping. After a quick bite she went outside to sit on a bench that was near a bus stop. She was too tired to notice that David was sitting near her.

David had come out for the same reason she had: fresh air. As he turned to look at her he realized the same thing that Morbus had when he first met her; she was so unlike the other women he had come across for many a time.

After a while, Connie felt as though someone was staring at her and looked at David. "Yes…?" she asked groggily. "You're Co

Bound to Take Your LifeFIVE

"Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life" - CCR

Sean was shaking me awake around three in the morning. I swatted at his face, mumbling for him to go away. Sure it was his bed and I had invaded it with Sasha, but it was sleepy time.

“Samantha, get up!” His panicked voice was what finally pulled me up from the warm embrace of sleep. “Did you hear anything?”

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I turned on the light on the nightstand. My eyes screamed to be closed, so I put my hand over my face. “What?”

“Did you hear anything?” I blinked. Sean looked haggard. He pulled me in

Cracked Mirrors and Half-Hearted DatesYou walk down the red carpet
Taking in the fame and the glory all around you
Of being a world famous actor that has it all
Life has never been better for you right now
So what would you do if we simply took it all away?

Shatter the crystal ball and smash up some dreams
Laugh at the pain filled stare that’s filled up with greed
You will never have another chance at the gold
It’s your fault to begin with
For you could have avoided the seed

Cracked mirrors and half-hearted dates to the prom
Bet you wish you weren’t that little girl crying in the shadows
Wishing that your parents would stop fighting
Hoping and begging that th

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By the time I reached the Age of Understanding, my family had settled in a community made up of various races, races not traditionally known for their inclination to integrate. Though set apart by racial and cultur

White: PrologueI am a body.
That is all.
I write to write.
I read to read.
I breathe for the sake of breathing.
I go to school because all the other children do.
I eat to eat, and I drink to drink.
There is no purpose to my life.
Everything around me is white- the walls are a spotless, blinding white. The chalkboard is a yellow-white, and the chalk is a grey-white. All the children in my class have different shades of white skin and hair, silvery irises and grey pupils. So am I. The boys in my class call me "beautiful" and "pretty". Some say I am "kind" and "sweet". This does not affect me in any way. Our parents have arranged marriages, so even if

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But let me start from the beginning, from the building of Stonehenge. Despite popular belief, the site has not existed for many thousand years; it was built and organised by three individuals who had an idea: an idea to protect the future of this world from a power which wants to control it. You may know them from the Arthurian legends: King Arthur, his father Uther and their advisor Merlin. You might tell me that this is just blatant fantasy, legends with no proof of existence. But what if I tell you the same power those three tried to protect us from was the same power which made them a myth, and that the battle of Camlann was even more than deciding the fate of a mythical

Tale of a Crow - English Version Deep thunder rolled across the mountains and let people and animals tremble at his power. Just a few minutes the evening sky had been clear. But from the east, a dark wall pushed westward and captured the entire horizon. In a small village at the foot of a long mountain chain people all came out now to see the spectacle from the start. Again and again the farmers threw anxious glances at their grain and corn fields, which have progressed very well this year. The heavy ears of the corn gleamed golden in the evening sun, the corn weighed gently back and forth. The approaching storm eliminated the sun's warming rays and spread out his long dar

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by ~ellymango, Oct 4, 2012, 11:37:21 AM
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Theme 58: Kick in the Head

How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her, and she kissed me.
Like a fella once said, "Ain't that a kick in the head!"

That song kept playing on a loop inside my mind as I walked home. I couldn't believe it. She probably couldn't either.

The room was completely black.
I hugged her, and she hugged back.
Like a sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat!"

It wasn't the most romantic place for a first kiss, given. It was behind a very noisy nightclub full of drunk and possibly high youths, in a wet alleyway that smelt of wee, with only the muffled bass line of some trashy club song providing the soundtrack.

But it felt romantic.

We had both gone outside to take a break from the chaos inside. However, the yard behind the club was also full of noisy people, so we left through a side gate into the alleyway.

It was horribly dark down the alleyway. The only light came from a lone streetlamp at the far end of the alley. However, even in the gloom, she still looked so beautiful…

It was over in seconds. The way we looked at each other, the way we approached.

The way our lips met…

It was like we were trapped in our own little bubble of perfection, shielded from the dankness around us. The moment couldn't have been so perfect.

Was it a moment? It seems longer than that. Almost like time had stopped for us. I never wanted it to end.

But nothing lasts forever. When it was over, we sort of paused and looked at each other. That atmosphere, that beautiful, romantic atmosphere, was broken, and replaced with one that felt awkward, shy, like we were embarrassed about what had just happened.

We made our excuses to each other and left...

So now, here I am at the bus stop, feeling dazed, unable to comprehend why I feel so… strange. I can't even begin to explain the emotions I feel. It's like a trance; that feeling that mentally, I'm not in reality but physically, I am.

What is this? Why do I feel this way? Is it good? Is it bad? I can't tell.

It's like I've been kicked in the head.

Theme 58- Kick in the Headby ~ellymango

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Leslie X Philomena stuff.

I was a big Dean Martin fan when I was (much) younger ~~and I still am~~. So, yeah, that's who sang the song Leslie is thinking of. Because, y'know "Kick in the Head" being a mugging or an assault was far too unoriginal, so I chose a million year old song.

EDIT: Wow, this must be the most popular thing in my gallery. Thank you all, the lovely people who faved and commented. And, thanks to the person who reccommended this for a Daily Lit Award!

If you want to critique, feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors, criticise/praise me on my style of writing and how I, in the words of an English exam, "present my ideas". A little opinion on how I deal with the lovey stuff wouldn't go amiss either, since I've never experienced it myself

=NEKO-LOVERX3 Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Hello, I will be critiquing your story

Positives:

I could not see any spelling mistakes

(I suck at spelling :<)

The writing flows very well

You described everything awesomely

negatives:

We(the reader) don't know what they (the characters) look like

I don't know.. this was really well written so I can give a very good critic sorry X'C

Sorry that was a terrible critic! I think this is really good so I don't know what to say negativity about it!

Sincerely,

~ellymango Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

;w; D'aww thank you so much! It's quite flattering you liked it so much you couldn't fault it

Perhaps I should give appearances, but I thought it wouldn't fit, being written in first person. Or maybe I'm just lazy

=NEKO-LOVERX3 Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Oh that is a good point about it being wrote in 1st person..

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~ellymango Nov 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I don't know what to say... thank you sincerly. I'm really honoured.

~leangreenlimabean Oct 4, 2012 Student Writer

I love it! And I love the use of the song to drive the story...It's really sweet and nostalgic. Very nice.

~ellymango Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

;w; Thank you so much! And thank you for the favourite as well!

!AzumaDavid Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

AHHHHH *fanboys so much that Northern Ireland EXPLODES*

~ellymango Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Holy crap that was fast. ~~Did you even read it?~~ Thanks for the fave by the way!

!AzumaDavid Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

>> Why must you under-estimate my reading skeeeells

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