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A Brimming Box by ShinamoriWing, literature

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A Brimming Box

You want to open up the box and find it brimming with flecks of amalgam silver and black. You want to see it full of grey-shaded memories of you and them, that someone you've found yourself unable to live without. You can't imagine it any other way. Not really. Your box is full of them to bursting. Every daguerreotype, every Polaroid, every sepia strip of negative film bears their face. You've stared at them all for hours. You know them all by heart. They are your most precious things, these little snippets of your life. The life you share with them. You've opened it so many times it's starting to fray around the edges. The leather is batte

Little Toy Plane by ShinamoriWing, literature

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Little Toy Plane

I cannot look up. I have never understood this. It seems like such an idiotic thing. Four out of five times, the thing that gets you comes down from the big blue, and I can't just tilt my head up and look. How fucking stupid is that. A mouse can look up. They've got to kind of swivel their head a little so they only look out of one eye, but still. It's not like they have depth perception anyway. Not me. I can barely turn my head. Can't look too far left, can't look to far right. The plates get in the way, you see. They're wonderful things to have in a pinch, but incredibly inconvenient. Something makes this god-awful screech somewhere u

A Moment by ShinamoriWing, literature

Fuyu no kiri by ShinamoriWing, literature

Leave Dirty Footprints by ShinamoriWing, literature

Not the case by ShinamoriWing, literature

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Not the case

It is not the case that the world isn’t kind, It is not the case that it’s cold. It is not the case that the sun doesn’t shine. It is not the case, you’ve been told. It is not the case that nobody lies, It is not the case that you fall. It is not the case that only girls cry, It is not the case, you tell all. It’s not the case that you know what you say, It’s not the case, in your youth. It’s not the case that you’ll learn, one day. It’s not the case, there is truth.

Ode to IPA by ShinamoriWing, literature

Closer by ShinamoriWing, literature

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Closer

It looks at you with dead button eyes. The one on TV wasn’t so dark. It’s empty gloved hands move in the wind, Like it’s waving, Come closer, closer. Something moves in the endless grass sea. A sound, close by, rustle rustle BOOM. A crack of thunder in the dead sky. You could swear you hear something, whisper. Your heart in your chest, patta, patta. The hairs on the back of your neck stand like rows of wheat, waves, electrified. You can feel it, right there, next to you. A whistle, like a kettle, far away. Rising, falling, a sad distant voice. Calling you? No, a warning; Don’t go near, it’s to

Rocketboots by ShinamoriWing, literature

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Rocketboots

Shhhhuuurpppp... Shhhluurrrpp... Shhhluuuurpp... A sour-faced old woman in a purple sarong and a hover chair glared at her from across the deserted restaurant. She looked right into the bat’s squinty little eyes and sucked hard, savouring each and every electric raspberry flavoured molecule. When Toji got back, he was so dead. Her slushy finally ran dry. She threw it over her shoulder, watching over her shoulder as the grav field sucked it into the trash. No matter how many times she saw it, she couldn’t get used to it. It reminded her of a huge glob of sentient blue jello. Freaky as hell. Outside the clear blue Plexisheild, som

A Perfect Moment by ShinamoriWing, literature

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A Perfect Moment

The wind plays in your hair, sending it across your face like fingertips. You brush it behind your ear and it’s back an instant later. A mosquito buzzes around your head. Somewhere, a horse whinnies. The heat from the long day’s sun is still soaked into the gangway. It sinks into your bare skin, through your shorts, through your socks. The air is already cooling, though, and it feels somehow bright inside your lungs. If you could breathe the light, this is what it would feel like. It feels good. Laughter tumbles through the air. A couple feet away, the barbecue goes on without you. You know you are not missed, not yet, but you don

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A Brimming Box by ShinamoriWing, literature

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A Brimming Box

Little Toy Plane by ShinamoriWing, literature

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Little Toy Plane

A Moment by ShinamoriWing, literature

World War Z: Ya Ha Tinda by ShinamoriWing, literature

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World War Z: Ya Ha Tinda

Yaha Tinda, Alberta [After the end of the war, when the majority of survivors had been gathered together by the military or their own free will, most settled down right where they found themselves. There didn’t seem to be any real reason to spread back out, not when there wasn’t all that much to go back to. Most people didn’t want to be alone. Eric Rickman is not like most people. He’s spent his entire life here in the Rocky Mountains, first as a trail guide and now as a cowboy and occasional survival trainer. Although he’s nearing his sixties, he still possesses the vita

Awakening by ShinamoriWing, literature

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Awakening

He awoke at 05:15, 45 minutes before schedule. He could not account for the discrepancy; He could remember no dreams, no lights or noises in the night. He simply awoke, alone and unafraid. At 05:18, he showered. A tingle shot down his right arm, startling enough to send him tumbling through the Plexiglas. He calmed himself, moved himself away from the mess and waited, amazed. At 05:21, the repair drone finally arrived and he could go on with his day. By 05:30, he was dressed and floating through the passage towards the bridge, trailing the tips of his fingers along the pipes and panels of the curved wall and thrilling at the ghost of fee

Blind by ShinamoriWing, literature

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Blind

Blind. People never really understand what that means. People talk about being blind as if it were little more than an inconvenience, something that makes life just that little more difficult. It’s not a big deal, to people who can see. They might say it is, but they don’t really care. They can’t possibly know. The inconveniences don’t matter. Having to fold your bills differently, learn to read brail, label all your foods and medications and clothing… You get used to it, eventually. It just becomes part of life. But you never get used to the fear. You can feel it, if you’d like. Go stand in the middle of th

Parabola by ShinamoriWing, literature

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Parabola

One day, a girl walked into class and sat down, somewhere in between Teacher’s Pet and Slacker. The day hadn’t been particularly noteworthy thus far, and it seemed unlikely that anything would change. The girl wasn’t that noteworthy herself, being the kind of person you meet and then almost immediately forget. She didn’t even notice; that was just the way it was. It was time for Math, and the girl was already bored. It wasn’t that she disliked Math. It just seemed to her that she could be doing something more productive. It wasn’t as if she was ever going to need it again, after all. Math was for smar

When Your Moment Comes by ShinamoriWing, literature

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When Your Moment Comes

When the day came for you to act, you did nothing. It wasn’t like you meant to. No, you spent many long, drawn-out moments planning, plotting, scheming. You had so many ideas, so many plans whirling though your mind like razor-edged leaves on a hurricane wind. You could do this, you could do that, this course of action was entirely plausible… And then the moment was over, and you did nothing. Why, they ask you, looking up with their tear-stained faces. Why didn’t you do anything? You know what they’re really asking. Why us, why now, why would something like this happen? But you see the myriad questions behind the wo

Beneath a Heavy Sky by ShinamoriWing, literature

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Beneath a Heavy Sky

The red sky hangs low overhead. It feels heavy, like a blanket of fire and smoke, but without the heat. The air tastes like stale piss. Shuga knows this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be. She remembers pure blue and soft white, warmth and a fresh, strong wind. She remembers, but she wishes she didn’t. Something scrambles over the sharp rubble off in the distance. She fingers the zarhin at her side. A skeletal dog totters towards her, wagging it’s mangy tail hopefully. She relaxes. “Sorry, popo. Ain’t nuthin’ for ye.” The dog cocks it’s head, crawling over the broken concrete to lie by her feet.

On Top of the World by ShinamoriWing, literature

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On Top of the World

They’re arguing again. Joni throws something against the wall. A jar, maybe a lamp. Something shatter-y. Shumo screams at her. Joni screams back. Just another day in the Hole. “Shut the hell up already!” he shouts, slamming his fist against the table. “Mind your own fucking business!” Shumo turns toward him, and Joni takes the opportunity to hit him upside the head with a book. He falls to the ground, swearing. “Fine then. I will.” He gets up, grinding his cigarette into the arm of the chair. “Not my fault if she really does kill you this time.” They ignore him. Like always. They don

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Miri's Scars by Zelme, literature

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Miri's Scars

Miri seldom wakes up early enough to see Dawn go running. She watches the woman leave her house, shake out her limbs in preparation. Her black jogging pants clinging to her gazelle-legs, her black hair tied in a high ponytail. Miri has the same black hair. She pushes it away from her eyes, watches her mother through the lace curtains that adorn every window in Grandma’s house. Dawn begins to walk, then shifts seamlessly into a loping run. Miri loses sight of her as she rounds the corner. Dawn’s wide, dark eyes on Miri, her eyebrows arched steeply, every plane of her face shadowed with fury. She calls Miri names when she’s mad,

If We Didnt 'Hiaku 1' by OnlyJustaMemory, literature

november by Indigonner, literature

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november

my parents fucked on valentine's day that's why i'm here because people like to fuck on silly hallmark holidays and pretend it meant something my fingers are so cold sometimes i crumple the letters you sent because they feel like dead leaves and sometimes i slide my hand down my shirt and press the gaps between my ribs and pretend that i am reaching for a jack-o-lantern heart that i do not believe in i notice how you call me ember instead of amber maybe you think it's some broken one-man inside joke or something but i notice and i'm sorry if i ever burned you i know that you don't want to hold my hand anymore but

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World War Z: Ya Ha Tinda by ShinamoriWing, literature

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ShinamoriWing

Oct 6, 2009

Devious Journal Entry

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:thumb128929119: Subscription! Yeah! Poetrymann (https://www.deviantart.com/poetrymann) is still the best! Whoo! Jiia-chan (https://www.deviantart.com/jiia-chan) RIPPED HER TOENAIL OFF with a vacuum cleaner and won't get it looked at because she is butch and a viking. I am not butch and a viking, and would cry. T^T Also, some jackass has something which is ringing really really high pitched behind me, and is annoying. Asshole, if you are reading this, please turn the whatever it is off. It's been on for like... Every single class. And it's starting to drive me crazy. You won't like me when I'm crazy. 100 Themes challenge, by raven889 (https://www.deviantart.com/raven889), because I am CRAZY and BORED. Maybe I'll get them all done. M

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ShinamoriWing

Sep 30, 2009

Best cure for a kick-ass cold?

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Tylonol!

Advil!

Dayquil/Nyquil!

ORANGE JUICE!

Cure? Pfa! Sickness makes you stronger!

I don't get sick, for I am INHUMAN.

Windex. Seriously. My sister's cousin's friend swears by it.

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ShinamoriWing

Sep 30, 2009

Mah Journal!

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:thumb128929119: Subscription! Yeah! Poetrymann (https://www.deviantart.com/poetrymann) is the best! Whoo! I actually totally forgot I even had this account. Jiia-chan (https://www.deviantart.com/jiia-chan) woke me up this morning screaming about how I won this contest I didn't even remember entering. It was one of the more pleasant wake-up calls I've ever had, even if I am sick and therefore grumpy.