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Seasons Springtime bore with it flowers on the wind, and flowers in bouquets, too, as the world put on its best appearance, all done up in green, pink, and all manner of other pastels, because spring was for lovers. Spring was for laying out picnics, dancing in parks, and kissing chastely under trees in full bloom. Spring was the time when Alex was at her most innocent, the earth's fertility seeming a contagious thing with her, when the year was still young, so she could be, too -- and Roy answered her in playfulness, stuffy uniforms and heavy boots forgotten as they chased each other through fields, putting on a show for co-workers, friends, aSeasons by ~Tirinka
Philosopher's Stone There was noise. There was so much noise. It echoed off the walls, of which there were none, yet there seemed to be so many, and shot off into the neverending distance, serving to suffocate all that occupied its space. It was shrill, it was deep, it varied in origin and intent, and it belonged to so many people -- but all of them were screaming, their noises falling over each other, every one suppressing another, and in turn being suppressed, until it was all just one noise. It was one noise made of thousands, hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of people, trapped in a void without sight, nor touch, nor taste,Philosopher's Stone by ~Tirinka
Never Quite Right -- A Songfic Time on your side that will never end,Never Quite Right -- A Songfic by ~Tirinka
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Alex Rivers enjoyed her evenings, particularly her Monday evenings. Every third Monday, just when the sun had begun to go down and her day was done, she would head down to her favourite little corner shop, at just the time when even the weekday shoppers had deserted. It was like clockwork. She filled the two front pockets of her jeans with loose bills on one side and jingling coins on the other, and would waste almost fifteen minutes browsing the dimly lit shelves, a sad selection of cheap DVD rentals in scratched plastic cases capturing he
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