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[greedy-fly]

sittinbuddha replied to your post: writing

Lovely, and very moving.

OHMYGOSH thankyou very much!

[enchantedbyhiddles]

malvina811 answered your question: Help! I have the idea for a christmas story, but I...

youre thinking too much. just do what you like ))

sittinbuddha answered your question: Help! I have the idea for a christmas story, but I...

I say write down a structure and stick to it. Not the most creative way, but its the least time consuming :)

As I said it's pretty much planned, as it's inevitable with my idea. So I think I just have to jump of the cliff and start to write. Either I get it finished or not. 

And yes I'm alwas thinking too much.

Thank you! It helps a lot.

[blasto-the-hanar-specter]

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it’s pretty cool, ngl, though it took me a while to come round to it, at the beginning i thought it was just weird and rather creepy. Now I watch it with them :)

OMG same here, I saw like a few seconds here and there and was like "This isn't Bugs Bunny WTF", but my husband watched it all the time. And then I had my brother always telling me how awesome it was, so now I'm late to the party, but I am enjoying it QUITE.

[blasto-the-hanar-specter]

sittinbuddha replied to your post: anyone know a website where I can watch ALL the...

Haha, my kids love that show, they watch it non-stop every.fuckin.day

My kid has 0 interest in it, but the continuity and post-apocalyptic setting make it super interesting for me, so much so that I want to watch them all!

Pretty deep for a kids show.

It also has some sweet tunes.

[thisperspective]

For Ari... Pt. 6

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4 / Pt. 5

Wailing, and a bone chilling cold that swept right to the heart - then nothing.

He raised his hand to shelter his eyes as he squinted down the side of the property. The fence was coming along nicely, and with any luck they'd have it repaired by tomorrow.

Sweat beaded across his brow, and he could feel it trickle down his back. Satisfied with the day's progress, he dusted himself off and made his way over the closest tree. He sat down heavily, with his back against the rough bark and closed his eyes. He blindly reached for the bottle of lemonade he knew was nearby, letting out a satisfied hum when his fingers brushed against the cool glass. He raised it to his lips and nearly drained the contents in one long swallow. Smiling, he thanked heaven for the thirst quenching drink - his wife's specialty. He decided it would be best to just wait under the tree, where the breeze was cooler, and wait for his best friend to return rather than tackle the next post on his own. It was hard work, and he was glad for the assistance. It gave he and his friend time together to catch up - it had few months since the wedding. The passage of time had allowed he and his new wife to settle into a routine, a routine which gave him the chance to catch up with an old buddy.

He had noticed a distance had somehow come between them, but he believed it was because of the whirlwind planning of his recent nuptials, and the new responsibilities his friend had with his own family business rather than anything he had said to push his friend away.

He dozed in the heat, and came awake with a start. He has sent his friend into the house to use the facilities and expected him back by now. Thinking his friend might have somehow lost his way, he stood up with a groan and made his way back along the dirt path.

When he arrived at house and entered through the back by the kitchen. He took a moment to wash off his hands and wipe a cool, damp cloth across his neck and face.

There was a bouquet of fresh flowers sitting on the counter and he smiled knowing that it was his wife's handiwork. He left the kitchen in search of her.

She was no where to be found on the downstairs, so he climbed long staircase to the second level. He was about to call her name when he heard music. His wife's voice rose above the scratchy sound of the old record player. He quicken his step and set foot on the top landing and looked towards the master bedroom.

The door was slightly open, and their stood his best friend at the doorway, as her voice continued to float out from further inside. She was completely unaware that she was being watched. Her husband frowned and he quickly covered the distance between them. He tugged on his friend's arm, catching him off guard as he spun him around.

In hushed tones they quarreled back and forth as not to alarm the woman within. Why had his friend been watching her? How could he do such a thing? Betray their friendship? His friend was quick to the defensive: he had only just returned from using the washroom and wandered up to see where the music was coming from - it was completely innocent! - he swore. He hadn't known it was the master bedroom; hadn't known that he was about to spy on his friends wife.

Only wishing not to further alienate his childhood friend, especially over what appeared to be a simple misunderstanding, the husband took him at his word. He had no other reason to doubt his friend's honour.

Without disturbing her, they made their way back downstairs and outside, all the while his wife's soft voice echoed temptingly in his friend's ear.

[thisperspective]

sittinbuddha replied to your post: For Ari... Pt. 5

Holy cow this is fantastic, I just want to know what happens next! The writing is awesome! More!!!!!

Coming from you, this is a high compliment indeed!~

Thank you! :)