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[sydneyclarkson]

Tiny Dance Film Festival || Open

Sydney floated around the venue, occasionally looking at the videos being projected on the screen. She was drinking a glass of wine -- her third glass of wine -- and was starting to feel light headed. It was too early to go home, she decided, but she was alone and starting to feel bored. Scanning the crowd of people, she didn't see any familiar faces, which was kind of unusual, seeing as the type of people that Sydney knew would be at festivals like this. However, it was particularly strange for her to end up here because dancing was never something that interested her, and she had been burnt out on posh parties for years. She sighed, sitting down at an empty table and sipping her white wine. She slipped off her heels under the table and looked up to see a stranger standing before her. "Hey," she said with her raspy New York accent and a smirk. "Wanna join me?"

[lilywoodbury]

Does anyone know where to find a decent greeting card shop?

I'm totally stumped. I checked Etsy, but, $50 for a greeting card?

[sydneyclarkson]

Sydney sat in the grass of Alamo Square, the sun beating down on her face. Spring was around the corner, and the air felt clear, smelling like nature. This was something Sydney rarely experienced in New York. The city was so dirty, but it had it's redeemable qualities. Sydney would always have a soft spot for the place -- it's where she grew up, and spent most of her life. She was still so young though, and opportunities were springing into life. Going back to work is really what she needed. Sometimes getting back into the simple every day routine is necessary.  

Suddenly, she felt the warmth of the sun disintegrate. It reminded her of quote from Great Expectations she had read a long time ago that resonated with her: "It was one of those March days, when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." She glanced up to see a stranger, staring down at her. "Can I help you?" she asked, giving them a quizzical look. 

[sydneyclarkson]

Sydney was sitting in her car in a parking lot, scribbling into a notebook and puffing on a cigarette. It was late, too late to be out in empty parking lots, but she had to get herself out of the house. She had began feeling trapped, so she got dressed and took the car out, ending up wherever she was now. Where was that again? She had gotten mixed up and was beginning to feel exhausted. Tears threatened to roll down her cheeks. She heard a knock on her window and rolled it down. "Yeah?"

[jazzsmithisrad]

"So someone broke into my house"

"and get this, the only fucking thing they stole was my pot, a few bottles of wine, and a cheap watch." Jazz let out a sigh and mumbled under her breath "Sometimes I wonder what the fuck is up with this city."

[asabjones]

dreamy days in cafés ; asa ~ open

      Asa had been scribbling in a shitty notebook for over two hours, in a cute café he had found on one of his daily strolls. It wasn't anything special, just doodles of Bonnie and stickman cartoons. He hadn't noticed the time, and didn't really care.       A barista came over to wipe down the nearby tables and asked if he needed anything. Asa looked up, smiling. "Nope; thanks, though!" The barista smiled back and finished cleaning.       The bell above the café's entrance chimed lightly, and Asa looked up absentmindedly. The customer ended up sitting at the table beside him. The drink they had gotten smelled really good, and he wasn't sure if he was allowed to ask them what it was. Bonnie told him to be careful talking to strangers.      "Um, sorry if I'm interrupting you! But I wanted to know what sorta drink you're having. It smells really nice," he tried. Asa kept his expression light. He hoped to get an answer, and not something mean. Not a lot of people, especially strangers, liked it when Asa bothered them.

[jazzsmithisrad]

Jazz wasn't exactly sober at the moment, a dreamy smile danced on her lips as her gaze drifted towards the distance. "Aren't snakes just tails with faces?" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. Her comment wasn't directed to anyone in particular it simply just drifted out of her mouth

[sophie-archibald]

Sometimes, people need fresh air, don't they? That was exactly what Sophie needed. After a long day at the office, not a bad one though, all she needed was to get out of there and go somewhere that didn't remind her about work. After driving for about 20 minutes, she parked near a beautiful and quiet park, and started walking around.

"Hmmm, finally some peace and just the smell of nature," she said to herself, closing her eyes as she heard the noise of the birds and felt the fresh air on her face and short hair.