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Annoyance by SleepingShrew, literature

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Annoyance

She leaned back in the chair, a small tumbler filled to the brim with whiskey in her hand. There had been ice in there a little while ago, but she wasn’t sure where it had gone. She swirled the glass, watching the bubbles form and rise to the surface. The whiskey rippled, tiny waves rising and falling against the sides of the glass. They split and fell, turning gray and giving off the stench of death. Small particles sank through to the bottom of the glass, peachy colored bits wrapped in red ribbons. Shaking her head, Carly leaned against the back of her chair and threw the whiskey down her throat. A few rivulets ran down the cor

At the Ballet by SleepingShrew, literature

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At the Ballet

They were all standing quietly, clutching their assault rifles and lighting their cigarettes. Most of them had facial hair, which they probably thought made them look tougher. It didn’t, really. The bandanas on their heads, now that made them look tough, like a little club. Clubs always carried this stigma, this scary “togetherness” that made other people bend to them. If you saw a group of guys with matching bandanas and assault rifles, you did what they asked: not just because they had guns, but because they had uniforms. Uniforms were snazzy and carried power. Maybe that’s why her boss kept trying to get her to

Projections by SleepingShrew, literature

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Projections

When you were married to an accomplished psychiatrist, you had to know when to stay involved and when to hang back. Sometimes, her presence at a function or lecture was a bright ray of sunshine that enhanced Lawrence’s image tenfold. Sometimes, however, Mana knew that she should stay at home. It also helped when the lecture series was in the middle of Wisconsin – who in their right minds went to Wisconsin of all places? – with little chance for any fun outings to more exotic locales. Mana had opted to stay home for this one, knowing full well that absence made the heart – and loins – much fonder, especially when

Inevitability-A Princess Story by SleepingShrew, literature

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Inevitability-A Princess Story

The red wine in her glass was far from enough to dull the ache in her head. In a perfect world, she’d have the entire bottle at her disposal, but a drunken princess was a disgraced princess. She had heard the horror stories of King Emerson’s daughters – they said it took twenty maids twenty days to clean the mess – and was in no mood to back herself into dark, desperate corners. If she did, the courtiers would feel useless, and the last thing a princess wanted to do was let the members of her court feel useless; they would have to make their own fun, and no monarch wanted to be at the mercy of a court forming its own r

We Can't Have Nice Things by SleepingShrew, literature

Fifty Percent Pain by SleepingShrew, literature

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Fifty Percent Pain

“Okay, pup.” He glanced over his shoulder, casually lighting a cigarette. These days, he always rolled his own. They were bulky and imperfect most of the time, paper gapping from end to end and tiny green bristles sticking out from the gap. It fit easily between his knobby knuckles. “You probably haven’t done this before.” The tough first-hand was holding her hand between his, carefully wrapping it in a white ribbon. She didn’t like not having her gloves: she didn’t like to see her hands. The veins and bones stuck out awkwardly, like the green bristles in Boss’s cigarettes. That’s what h

Exquisite by SleepingShrew, literature

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Exquisite

The idle, polite chatter of wealthy humans amidst a backdrop of live classical piano painted the perfect canvas for this delightful dinner. Most people seemed adverse to the idea of dining alone, but Jojo actually preferred it. It was difficult to properly savor a real chef’s lovely works when there was somebody else there gabbing away at you about this and that or the other. When one sense was dampened by bullshit, the others dulled. She much preferred things to be crystal clear. With a small sigh of appreciation, the indulgent deity gently sliced her knife through the freshly cooked filet mignon that sat upon her porcelain plate

Christmas Music Challenge by SleepingShrew, literature

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Christmas Music Challenge

“A Holly, Jolly Christmas” – Burl Ives “Damn, how far do we have to go?” Carly whined, raking her fingers back through her hair. Chuckling lightly, her voice like a wind chime in a thunderstorm, Yanagi gingerly rested her hand on the short vampire’s shoulder. “Just a bit farther,” she said encouragingly, walking daintily over the crisp snow with a “crunch crunch crunch.” Carly groaned, looking down at the hefty axe she had just purchased from the Home Depot. “But the Tree Crusher is getting bored!” Sighing, she glanced up at the many evergreens they passed, adding as an afte

The Talk by SleepingShrew, literature

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The Talk

Taking a deep breath, Carly paced before the line of children. All five were seated quietly – at least, for the moment – in comfortable chairs with blankets spread across their collective laps. How long they had been there, she didn’t know, but all that really mattered was what she had to say. “Alright, guys,” she started, skipping over their faces with a false sense of authority. “Your parents wanted me to talk to you about something very important, so I want you all to listen up.” Instantly, they broke out in a series of conspiratorial whispers, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the short

Muck and Mire by SleepingShrew, literature

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Muck and Mire

It was a gray day. Even the sunshine outside the large, welcome-all-children windows felt tinny and shallow, as if the sun weren’t really trying that morning. And he knew he wasn’t the only one; many people he passed, many people with little storm clouds over their heads and small frowns on their faces. He could feel their colors leaking away, draining into the floor like the runny paints off a painter’s palette in the sink. At the end of the day, the colors all turned to gray, mixing and mingling until there was no individuality, no way to discern from one drab face to another. His dull brown eyes swept over the cafeter

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Annoyance by SleepingShrew, literature

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Annoyance

At the Ballet by SleepingShrew, literature

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At the Ballet

Projections by SleepingShrew, literature

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Projections

Inevitability-A Princess Story by SleepingShrew, literature

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Inevitability-A Princess Story

We Can't Have Nice Things by SleepingShrew, literature

Fifty Percent Pain by SleepingShrew, literature

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Fifty Percent Pain

Exquisite by SleepingShrew, literature

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Exquisite

Christmas Music Challenge by SleepingShrew, literature

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Christmas Music Challenge

The Talk by SleepingShrew, literature

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The Talk

Muck and Mire by SleepingShrew, literature

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Muck and Mire

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Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: A few feet above my spleen, and an inch behind my left eye.
Favourite style of art: Cartoons!
Operating System: Mac OSX, baby. I'm computertarded.
MP3 player of choice: My little iPod shuffle, Fred.
Shell of choice: Abalone.
Wallpaper of choice: My current obsession would be posters of battle plans from the Second Punic and American Civil Wars.
Skin of choice: With pores. Though sweat glands, I could do without sometimes.
Favourite cartoon character: Bender, from Futurama. He's awesome.
Personal Quote: Hey, kids! Try Auntie Shrew's vicodin cookies! Taste like drug addiction!

Favourite Movies

The Usual Suspects, Space Cowboys, Snatch, A Knight's Tale.

Favourite Games

The Spyro trilogy for PS1, baby!

Tools of the Trade

A hacksaw, some toothpicks, a few copper coins, and a lint brush.

Other Interests

Writing, reading, medicine, history, Mongolians, kidneys, internal organs in general, and blue.

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SleepingShrew

Jul 25, 2009

Memes are Like Potato Chips

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If you eat them, you have to buy more. Or something. Anyway, I've decided that I've made too many serious characters, and it's a real drag. So here are 2 memes for some fluffy unicorns!  8'D Character Meme~ 1) What's your character's name? Winston Whitehoof 2) How old is she? 29 3) Is your OC a boy or girl? He's a boy-toy! 4) What's her race? Unicorn.  Neigh. Appearance: 1) If this character were to suddenly become part of the 3D world, and ended up in a heavily-populated area, how many stares would she get? Eeh probably not many.  His hair is extremely white-blond, and he's a pasty little booger, but he could always just be mi

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SleepingShrew

May 15, 2009

ANOTHER MEME?

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I took this one from ~ShadedGray (https://www.deviantart.com/shadedgray) because I damn well don't feel like doing anything productive right now.  I told myself I wasn't going to do anything like this with Sayuri, but apparently I'm a liar. Character Meme~ 1) What's your character's name? Sayuri Celeste Morningstar 2) How old is she? She looks 17, but is closer to 59.  Fallen angels age weird, don't ask me. 3) Is your OC a boy or girl? She she she she she's a girl! 4) What's her race? Well her species is fallen angel, and "racially" she's half-Japanese.  Lucifer doesn't have a race, so he doesn't count. Appearance: 1) If this character were to suddenly become part o

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SleepingShrew

Apr 25, 2009

Meme Bullshit

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Rules: 1. You must choose only ONE of your OCs. Do it again if you wanna use another OC. 2. Your OC must answer every question as truthfully as possible. 3. Title the journal as "OCs Quiz (your OCs name)". 4. When you're done, tag as many people as you want. 5. Have fun!!! ***** 1. Hi! What's your real name and nickname? Daryl Jessica Morningstar.  My colleagues call me "the Bulldog," my husband calls me...well...you don't need to know that. 2. Interesting... what's your current age? Thirty-four. 3. Uh huh. What's your favorite food? Strawberries.  Preferably lightened with whipped cream and a dash of sugar. 4. And your favorite

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SoleyM

Dec 15, 2012

Hello

You added me on watch (freakz4love).Back in 2008. But I was cleaning up that account and I have made a new one. I will be putting up new work soon. - If you're interested again in watching me, I would really like that

-Sóley