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Any Way The Wind Blows: Extra Eight Months Later:Any Way The Wind Blows: Extra by ~The-Pink-Baka
Most days I consider the advice from my parents about as valuable as the golf balls they spend all weekend putting across the country club. However, there are moments when I have to concede that they may have had a point. After all, I'm sure doctors never lose their positions because their nurses are overcome with emotional baggage and leave the state without even calling just hours before an operation. Surely the chief of staff in a hospital considers all the years of work the physicians put into their careers worth more than a quick dismissal because of one co-worker's stupidity-!
But I'm over that now. Really. I am.
Any Way The Wind Blows Ch. 10 "Why green?"Any Way The Wind Blows Ch. 10 by ~The-Pink-Baka
"What's wrong with green?"
He tilted his head, smile quirking. "It's... bright."
I frowned, looking up to him from his chest, uncertain. "You don't like it?"
Aiden laughed, pulling me back close to him, kissing my head. "I didn't say that. It's different. What did your parents say?"
I took a moment to pull the sleeves of my sweater over my hands. It hadn't been colder than usual during the day, but after dark the temperature had dropped. Of course I didn't have gloves; even in December they weren't often needed. It was warmer laying against him though, and the arm draped over my shoulder was comforting.
"My mom hates it. I
Any Way The Wind Blows Ch. 9 The couch in the small green room of the concert venue in Atlantic City was expectantly old, grungy, with that fresh-from-the-alley-dumpster odor. That wasn't so bad, but the seats had lost any cushion they'd had long ago, and we may as well have been sitting on wooden boards laid across cement blocks. The misting air freshener in the corner of the room that at first seemed like a halfhearted attempt at covering up the musty smell in the room now mingled with it in a nauseating mix of mold, stale coffee, and flowers. If that wasn't enough to cause a headache, we'd been listening to various levels of stumbling guitarists for the past three houAny Way The Wind Blows Ch. 9 by ~The-Pink-Baka
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Jack of all trades, master of none.
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Currently Working On:
2 Screenplays
1 Short Skit Series / Crossover (that will eventually end up a film)
1 Short Story
1-2 Comic Story Collabs
Several Novels
Finding some art classes nearby...I wanna learn how to paint & animate!
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All it takes is Faith, Trust...and a little Pixie dust.
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All it takes is Faith, Trust...and a little Pixie dust.
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We are all born corpses and life is all but a dream and it ends when we finally wake up.
Trust me I'm normally not this grim
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We are all born corpses and life is all but a dream and it ends when we finally wake up.
Trust me I'm normally not this grim
Icon by ~miminachos
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