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melissa dominic - Status: Member
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- Deviant since Sep 30, 2003, 11:41 PM
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Dead Serious“Are you s-serious with the serious?”Dead Serious
“Dead serious. Serious like a heart attack. Serious-Serious.”
“A-Alright, I get the point.”
Tyler Lawrence sucked down on the end of an unfiltered cigarette, coughing into his fist as he shifted the reciever of the public telephone. He was jammed up against the only pay phone for miles around, somewhere on the corner of Little Puerto Rico, underneath a bodega awning, trying to ditch the sticky sweetness of a piragua that had fallen on the ground.
“It’s the only way you’re going to keep your job Tyler. Shit
in Life Stories on 3/4/08
Journey to a StarThere was nothing but the yellow of the overhead lights casting shadows over the bleachers and the football field. Nothing but Metis sitting fourth row with his head in his hands, dropletts of rain patterning down on him. Nothing but Josh watching him, crossing the quieted field and climbing the stairs, tracking mud over the silvertoned grates. Nothing but the half-second of breath when Josh stood in front of Metis and just looked down at him. Sweat collected in the corners of his eyes and at both his temples. Salt and rain glistening on his lips. Nothing but them. Just them and finished football practice. Nothing but the evening spreading ouJourney to a Star
in Fan Fiction on 3/4/08
postage stampsThe newspaper and the postage stamp. Both of them a depth of a scandalized affair.postage stamps
Gideon De’Canteur leaned against the window frame, holding a letter that had been ripped open and taped back together before it was even mailed. Inside there were only two pieces of paper. Newsprint and parchment. He knew the news snippet well. It was an article he had written years before, in a place where there was nothing but green grass and high walls and fancy cuisine. His name stood out on the byline, the edges weathered and torn. The title was lost but he could recite it by memory. Even if it was so long ago.
The litt
in Life Stories on 1/18/08
real stories - real storiesRiley Jones adjsted her collar and walked out into the night.real stories - real stories
Her wrist watch had frozen still at 2:54 a few nights before and there had not been time to get a new battery, to get a new watch. She needed one, the band of hers starting break, the little silver clasp a bit too lose. Because of this she had no idea what time it was but the sun was still not coming up. If she squinted just right she could see the moon and few dotted stars breaking through the smog and overcast skies. She counted them in twos and threes, nibbling on her chapped lips, feet splashing in puddles from the rainstorm the night before.
Her mothe
in Life Stories on 1/18/08
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Devious Information
- Websitehttp://tokyoghoststory.livejournal.com
- Emailthekiddetective@gmail.com
- AIMherbloodyremains
- MSNthislastwinter@hotmail.com
- Current Age: twentyFOUR;; grandma style
- Current Residence: century village, pembroke pines, south florida
- Interests: HIGH-TECH :: LOW LIFE :: fake gangsta style, cheap literature, baton twirling, genre-crashing
- Favourite movie: brick
- Favourite band or musician: patrick wolf, the red paintings, final fantasy
- Favourite genre of music: post-rock
- Favourite artist: h.r. giger
- Favourite poet or writer: nicole blackman & william gibson
- Favourite photographer: anthony goicolea
- Favourite style of art: cyberpunk - postcyberpunk - postapoc - steampunk - hightech:lowlife
- MP3 player of choice: winamp, ipod
- Favourite game: scrabble, video poker, suikoden series
- Favourite gaming platform: nintendo ds
- Favourite cartoon character: eiko magami (project a-ko), L (death note), tank girl, speed racer
- Personal Quote: "it's like a party, but not!"
- Tools of the Trade: blood, ink, liquid liner, dad's camera, moleskine, canon powershot a80
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.my fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation and i know that i should let go but i can't.
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melissa dominic
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>>> come to the darkside... we have cookies <<<
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melissa dominic
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random deviant.
random deviation.
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i got you good, you sucker
i just recently picked up the new post-cyberunk anthology, i'm so excited.
i loved your piece, thanks for stopping by. (and yes, i totally am a writer
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melissa dominic
PLEASE do so asap.
One of the BEST short story writers of speculative fiction-EVER. His short story "The Prowler in the City at the Edge of the World" is one of the truely disturbing peices of fiction I have ever read. If you are a writer, then please check him out(!).
By the way, thanks for appreciating my "Still life with Gun". I thank you.
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My sci-fi blog project: The Diary of Captain Scott
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melissa dominic
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My sci-fi blog project: The Diary of Captain Scott
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.my fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation and i know that i should let go but i can't.
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.my fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation and i know that i should let go but i can't.
YOU'RE IT
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in the summer and fall, a typical horse will make out from four to eight hours a day.
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"us two alone together,could this be Destiny?
DESTINY THIS!"
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when you fall for the garbage man, you won't ever be the garbage
nice id by the way
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-i'm like a kiwifruit. only, not as hairy-
anyway, hey, cheers for the fave. have a good one
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-i'm like a kiwifruit. only, not as hairy-
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" with broken men come broken dreams"
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