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My First Friend Was Bought Off by ArsenicInYourPudding, literature

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My First Friend Was Bought Off

A lot of my elementary school experience has been blocked out for my own protection. I remember very little of my experiences at Jordan Road Christian School, which is probably for the best. Judging by the nameless, profound discomfort that floats to the surface whenever I start fishing for memories, I probably don't want to know what all went on. However, one memory has stuck with me. I was halfway through second grade, and things were steadily going downhill (even at such a young age, I wasn't right in the head). After nearly four months, my mom walked me down after school to an office on the first floor of my school. She said we were meet

The Couple That Fights Together by ArsenicInYourPudding, literature

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The Couple That Fights Together

The morning started with a flare of noise. People were running around in the hall outside the small living quarters, people shouting orders and updates over heads and around bodies. Over it all, the piercing wail of an alarm siren reigned. "Damnit," she muttered, pulling herself from sleep and the embrace of her boyfriend. "Little early, isn't it, boys?" "Mm, what's goin' on," he asked groggily, sitting up on his elbow as she rolled off the mattress. "Dunno," she said shortly, pulling the ratty old t-shirt she wore for pajamas over her head. "Good morning, though." He smiled, the fond expression entirely out of place in the dim, corrugat

Panic by ArsenicInYourPudding, literature

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Panic

His hands were shaking violently. This was the only thing he was consciously aware of--the empty classroom he'd been cornered in had faded away, the sound of foot traffic in the hallway was long gone. Panic had gummed up his ears and shrunk his lungs, weakened his knees so much that he had to lean against a desk or risk falling to the floor. Show no weakness, he thought valiantly around his heart pounding in his ears. You are strong. Channel Aragorn--he wouldn't freak out like this! His assailant hovered expectantly before him, awaiting his next move. He had been taken by surprise, trapped by a single adversary. Pathetic, by anyone's stand

Frankenstein's Masterpiece by ArsenicInYourPudding, literature

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Frankenstein's Masterpiece

"You know what I don't get about Frankenstein?" She took a swig from her beer bottle and looked at him blandly. "You have to bring this up now." He gestured to the book in his lap with slightly drunk agitation. "But, I don't get it." "Oh for the love of God. What don't you get about Frankenstein." "The villagers. I mean, Dr. Frankenstein might have been a madman, but he poured fucking everything into that monster. It... It was like his Sistine Chapel, or Harry Potter series, or Star Wars saga. It was his defining creation. How could they just try to destroy that?" She rolled her eyes. "True artists must suffer. And he got a book out of i

Antebellum by ArsenicInYourPudding, literature

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Antebellum

I miss not fighting with you. When we were both young and loved each other just for the marvel we thought each other was. Before we'd discovered all the flaws, each others' and our own, before we knew what it meant to want to be apart. I miss laughing with you about stupid things, not knowing that we could do anything but laugh. I miss watching movies just because, I miss going to lunch just you and me. I miss going places together, miss looking forward to long car rides and day trips just for the sake of going--trips downtown to the museums, trips to the quirky little mountain towns across the Front Range. A drive up to Laramie, maybe, just

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About ArsenicInYourPudding

Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Feb 22
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Favourite photographer: Horst Faas
Skin of choice: Yours.
Personal Quote: "No, I don't think I've killed anyone today. You can be the first, if you want."
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Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe

Favourite Games

Gloom

Tools of the Trade

Crazy notebooks, Pilot G2 gel pens, occasionally metal and fire.

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Poisoning, hide and seek.

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Tagged again, I guess.

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But I'm only answering the questions because ~1000th (https://www.deviantart.com/1000th) is holding a gun to my head and demanding I do so. (I'm kidding. It's not a gun.) 1. You're stuck in New York City for one day. What do you do? Uuuuum. Well. I might go to Macy's for the novelty of it and poke around. Or I might...idk. Depends on why I'm stuck, I guess. 2. You're stranded in the middle of Siberia, with one gun that has only one bullet, the last panda on earth, and the only unicorn. You must shoot one of them. Which one, and why? Myself. I mean, why shoot the animals? They never did anything. And it's not like I can logically ride either to safety, Siberia is where

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So um. Tagged, apparently.

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Rules: 1. You must post these rules. 2. Each person must post 11 facts about themselves on their journal. 3. Then answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer. 4. You have to at least to tag 11 people and post their icons on your journal. 5. Go to their page and tell them that you tagged him/her. 6. No tag backs. Uuuum. Facts first, I guess. 1. I like crime shows, probably more than I should. Fictional as well as true crime--if someone dies or goes missing in the first five minutes, I'm sold. (what does that say about me psychologically, I wonder.) 2. I just

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Jan 30, 2012

Socks?

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So, I don't know how many of you know this, buuuuut I knit. Kind of a lot, except not even kind of. It's more of a shameful obsession than an actual hobby, and inside of that designation, my thing is socks. And, since a metric butt-ton of selective free time (i.e. public transit commuting, not exactly prime time for studying or writing), I'm at a loss for what to do. So I thought, what the hell, I can just knit for people. Because heaven knows I don't need another pair of socks. God, no. That said, if you're interested, or know someone else who may be, shoot me a note/email and we'll talk. I'm thinking commissions for the socks, because it'

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aflowerforophelia

May 26, 2014

My account Septembersong has locked me out and I have tried for the last couple of weeks to get in but I can't get into the e-mail I used so I can retrieve the password. So if you could so kindly follow my new profile (since you were following my old one) I would be very happy. Thanks.

Thank you for the

TAGGED YOU BACK but I guess you only have to answer my questions, then: [link]

Aaaaah fuck you. xD

Hmmm, even though you have dissappeared off the face of the earth I've still tagged you.... hmmm.

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Ack, sorry! D: Things have been super crazy lately. I'm sorry!

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