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Iris-crested wormhole
for endless melted eons I've drifted through ether sap green and lavender nebulas altairs of amber plasma indigo pulsing densities and for the endless melted eons all I could perceive was the cold void blackness in between the hues not knowing what birthed me yet never home 'till on one bleak melted eon an iris-crested wormhole swallowed me whole and suddenly all the timespace just ceased to be for in the most alien desolate nucleus hypnotically splitting into shiny multidimensions I have found myself I have finally came home.
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Interactive TG Shorts - Cute Girl Gamer 5A
This is an alternate branch of the storyline continuing from [4] with different events (Inspired by readers on [1], especially LunaSoliel. I will try to include all readers and commenters who offered inspirations. Please correct me if I miss or mislabel. Thank you!) The Tall and Short Problems of a Cute Gamer Girl [5A] For the Primary Branch [5] Rachel recited what she was going to say to wake up her husband/wife and try to reign together all the confusing elements of this into something that made sense. The seat was missing a part it needed. And Giselle‘s parents seemingly now believed she’d always been the woman she was now. However, she realized they were better ways to deal with that than just saying, “Hey, wake up! Everything is screwed up”. Simultaneously, she remembered how crestfallen Jeremy was on days when she just let him sleep at the point of exhaustion when he felt like he needed to push himself. All that time lost. But he’d gone through the weirdest, most extreme
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Karmilla and the brooms
"Ugh!" Karmilla growled. "Just for few minutes..." The young witch winced by looking at the dirty room. She had troubles waking up this morning and, as a result, arrived late at the Magic Academy. Any professor would have shrugged for only few minutes late but not Mrs. Pumpkin. The redhead witch had frowned while looking at Karmilla's panting face and gave her a detention. "Clean this mess. And no magic." She had said while handing her several brooms and feather dusters with different shapes before leaving. Karmilla looked around her, blinking her emerald eyes. This room was really dirty, and she hoped it wasn't cursed by some "unremovable dirt" kind of spell. She gathered her long brown hair into a high ponytail and cracked her knuckles. Then, she took a look at her clothes and winced slightly. She was wearing a loose-fitting light yellow crop top and didn't want it to get dirty. The top was revealing one of her shoulder and her entire midriff. Her black skirt was low on her
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Poem no. 1165. Just a short quick verse themed on having a burden. I had a visual in my mind of a man, haggard and bedraggled, half-naked wearing trousers all tattered. This man, I imagined was walking with an uncomfortable gait on a wet pebble beach, the icy grey Atlantic tides crashing upon the shore-line. In his hands was an iron chain to which was attached a rock, yet on closer inspection it was clearly a beating, living heart. However, this heart had gouged a long, deep trough across the expanse of beach along with a river of blood from where the chain had gnawed into the man's hand.
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