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ThreadThe doctor is patient. He lifts up his hands, ever so carefully tugging the hideous bloody sliver of thread along with the surgical needle. He knows the crucial demands of the moment, how a single second held the beating of a heart. An aide wipes the sweat from his brow; you can easily see that this is his first operation, just moments away from its culmination. This is where it comes full circle says his mind, always the poet. There’s a split second in la-la-land, and then it’s back to the sutures, the threads of life waiting for his attention. Another deft tug; his movements,Thread
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Double-TakeThe farm was slowly going to ruin; Kiko’s mongo crops were rotting in their paddies, and he himself was becoming more reticent in his farmerly ministrations. He sold his tractor. Then wheelbarrows. He slept in more often.Double-Take
Then he captured a rebel planting mines in his fields.
Kiko carted the prisoner into town using the last wheelbarrow he owned, and received 5000 pesos bounty. He bought a shotgun, ammunition, and provisions. “Protection?” asked the shopkeeper.
by ~kilawinguwak
The JoustI'm a young writer at twenty-one. I often find myself up late at night, in front of a story and working - or rather frustrating myself - over the next word to come up with, new ideas to stir into the boiling pot of idea brew.The Joust
Given the above picture, it was rare that I got the chance to stay out late at all. So tonight, when I actually had a legal reason to stay out, i went and dropped everything. School for the day, feeding my cats. . . hell, everything was pushed to the cornermost pocket of my mind.
The party itself wasn't much to speak of; but then when my father and I were driving out of the subdivision, on the w
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Japanese Green TeaWhen my grandfather came over one day for breakfast, all I had in the cupboards was tea. This drew out a huge scowl from him, but no loud complaints, to my relief. He had been a lumberjack in the old days, and was now a high-end scrap iron junkyard dog rustic who could bend wrought iron sheets as easily as he could break off a conversation that had any inclination to the more conservative side of things with a tantrum that could shake the very foundations of my house. Such as tea drinking, for example. So I was in quite a compromising situation.Japanese Green Tea
Tea and bacon. Fried rice, too, with some
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- Current Residence: streets of Manila
- Interests: space-age ambience
- Favourite movie: Adaptation
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