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Taming by RavenAyama, literature
Literature
Taming
Tuesday~
Simone hadn't been schedualed to work at the ranch. In fact, she had been in the middle of her class when her phone went off with, of all things, a text message from her boss. That was the part that had caught her attention. The only man could barely use an old type writer, let alone text on a freaking cellphone. She had gathered up her things quickly, whispering to Boone that she'd see him at home, and darted out of class as quickly and subtly as possible.
The look on her instructors face wasn't a happy one. Oh well, Simone figured, he'd deal.
She'd arrived at the ranch via taxi, having to spend a little extra to make sure she co
History of a Daemon by RavenAyama, literature
Literature
History of a Daemon
Don't expect the world to change overnight.
It's taken 2000 years to -start- to fullfill a prophecy. 2000. Fucking. Years. You think the devil's just gonna pop out of a hole in the ground and start dancing a fucking jig just because you expect him to? No, he's sitting back and laughing at your ridiculous 'faith' based fantasies. Laughing at your brilliantly skewed perception of "God".
All the while you're cheering on, admiring after, and finding yourself in love with his little prodigy and it's all flying clear over your head.
Idiots.
What would I know? I'm just the tailed freak at the bus stop with the grumpy boyfriend. At least, thats w
Talk to him by RavenAyama, literature
Literature
Talk to him
"Hey," Emily voice through the reciever had that tone again. That unbearably nosy tone that said she knew her best friend was hiding something. That tone drove Simone completely up the wall. Only due to the fact that that tone meant Emily was going to ask a question that made Simone uncomfortable. And Simone would answer it one way or the other. It was just how they functioned. And Simone knew if she protested it, or pointed it out, Emily would simply point out that Simone had an exactly matching tone that did the same thing to her friend.
It was the way things were.
"God," groaned the brunette, sinking deeper into the bathtub, "What's with
19 19 1985 by RavenAyama, literature
Literature
19 19 1985
The 1980's were ...fun. The most relatively normal life I had out of the whole bunch, I think. I was born with a twin. We were Tasha and Tolen. A couple of goddamned dorks. Unlike most siblings...we were inseperable all the way through highschool. I loved that kid more then my own life. He meant the world to me.
Still does. See, Tolen, my twin, was Dexter now. One of my very dear friends. We adopted eachother this lifetime, as siblings agian. Some bonds just can't be broken, no matter what you do to pull them apart I guess.
We grew up in a small townhouse with our Mom, when we turned 13 we got our own rooms. There was no convincing me to sh