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It was almost impossible to see through the downpour across the windshield even with the wipers screeching flat out. She couldn’t go any faster without risking her life.

Lilita hated slow driving almost as much as she hated dogs.

But this weather…

She couldn’t breathe through the heart throbbing in her throat and the shivers racking her body.

The ute roared down the road, spraying up dirt until she pulled it right, off the track and through the open gates of the paddock. Through the rain she caught a glimpse of red, the same red as the farm bike.

She jolted towards it, shifting into a higher gear as the motor screamed above the raucous rain, the paddock rattling her and the vehicle thoroughly with its rutted surface and long, dry grass crushed beneath the wheels.

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demanding blood | excerpt | e. w

in which częstobrona discovers a starving boy-warrior lost in the forest and makes a deal with him.

[image: “zimowy zmierzch w sosnowym lesie,” jan grubinski]

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epiphany w. 21 10 20

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give her six reasons not six ribbons excerpt. again, writing about the out of place seaside town i was born in and the neighbouring town which stinks of cow from all the dairy farms and the ocean at our doorstep except it was little more than a mud pit with water on the top. i want to go back

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Eventually, the clock hand reached eleven and Lilita hopped down from her place, collected the kettle from where it sat on the bench and filled it with a drizzle of water at the kitchen sink. She approached the woodstove, skirting carefully around Tally, and set it on the top.

“Tea or coffee?” she asked, curtly.

He started. “Neither.”

“Bourbon? Beer?”

“Minnie has that?”

“No,” she said. “There’s only tea and coffee.”

“Oh,” he answered, quietly. “Which teas?”

Lilita opened the cupboard, searching through the heap of boxes in it. “Black, Green, Mint, Chamomile.”

“Coffee, then?” He said.

The kettle whistled harshly on the stove. Lilita set out two matching brown-glazed mugs, antiques from the seventies or sometime, and heaped coffee into both of them before passing him one. “There’s no milk.”

“Oh.” Tally didn’t quite make the smile he was trying to and accepted the mug in both of his rough hands. He held it in front of his chest, stared at the trail of steam pouring out of it into the air.

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I have a burning need to know something about inkyober

disappointingly serious document of the two days of inktober i completed :( no memes here

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nano d/ eighteen in which we find vladyn driisk is becoming a sadist and so what of it?