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Alliterative puckish drabble

Posted by: foxrafer on: May 16, 2008

The parishioners parlayed with the pagans, a painstaking process to put it plainly. People pontificated and pathetically pleaded. Pigheaded sycophants pointedly prayed to put off punishment from the powerful priests who pronounced prolonged suffering and posthumous pillorying.
Pedantic pillocks offered no profundity; only perceived proof of possible parasites. The palaver plateaued, and the pioneering crowd plopped [...]

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Tantalizing Titivation (titivate drabble)

Posted by: foxrafer on: May 15, 2008

The ad promised to turn you into a well-dressed and refined woman. Hair elegantly coiffed. Clothes perfectly tailored and stylish. You could picture yourself attending the swankiest openings and up-scale events, the epitome of cool sophistication turning heads the moment you enter.
But instead you remained the drab wallflower you had always been. Invisible and uninteresting. [...]

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Untitled livid drabble

Posted by: foxrafer on: May 10, 2008

The bruises around his neck stood out purple and violent, livid against his skin. He carefully wrapped a scarf around the marks, trying his best to cover them without causing himself undue pain.
Not many people tangled with a Vorcond and lived to tell about it. Grateful to be alive, he pulled his jacket collar up [...]

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Beset Ague (beau geste drabble)

Posted by: foxrafer on: May 7, 2008

Beau geste is perhaps the most uninspiring phrase ever, so I decided to use an anagram.
It came upon her in a sudden rush of fevered chills. One moment she was typing in member data, the next she was slumped over her keyboard, cradling her head in her hands. How she got home that afternoon she [...]

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From the chasm (veritable drabble)

Posted by: foxrafer on: May 6, 2008

One more week down, five days out the door and into the office. Ignoring the constant reminders of how disgusting and worthless he is, pretending there are no laughs, jeers, or judgments. Five days of torment and then he’s rewarded with a weekend of seclusion. It feels like something to celebrate, a veritable triumph.
But no [...]

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Untitled modicum drabble

Posted by: foxrafer on: May 3, 2008

If she had even a modicum of common sense, a shred of intelligence in her mottled head, she’d never have taken the shuttle to Penitrik. She’d been seduced by its purple seas; three suns that circled each other in drunken arcs, solar flares licking trails of molten fire across the sky.
But romance and beauty won [...]

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Willingness to join soil, sound, hands; memory follows me ~ Viggo Mortensen

  • foxrafer: I haven't even thought of this blog for so long; people can't comment if I don't post. :-) Seeing this is making me want to try picking it up again. H
  • JanPattersonRN: i don't comment as often as i should, but i love these.
  • unknowntheartist: you're definitely right about them looking scared but gorgeous in most photos. i found a pic of a mom and three babies looking at the camera and while

 

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