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The Art of Observation: June 2010
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The Art of Observation. Tuesday, June 22, 2010. 8220;Eli, think about it.” The man's smooth voice carried almost effortlessly across the scarred remains of the arena. “Control over your own life. Remember how it was? Eli was silent, watching the man with emotionless black eyes. Young watched nervously from her cell. 8220;And she. What is she to you but a prison? He stood for a moment longer without speaking. The entire arena seemed to fall silent, waiting for the enormous creature to make his decision.
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The Art of Observation: August 2010
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The Art of Observation. Tuesday, August 17, 2010. 8220;You have the worst taste in clothing, human.” Wisp curled around the closet bar, calmly sorting through her shirts. “I assure you you are not an autumn. Oh dear, is that glitter? 8220;My name is Amelia,” she corrected for the millionth time. “Get out of my closet.”. 8220;You don't even wear clothes! 8221; she objected. “How would you even know? 8220;I have seen many fashions come and go! 8220;You watch television.”. 8220;You have no accessories, your...
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The Art of Observation: Made
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The Art of Observation. Sunday, January 02, 2011. 8220;The universe was made by an artist.” Joey stared upwards at the stars. “Who else would have put so much beauty in the trees? There are patterns sculpted into rocks, colors painted on sunsets. Every flower is beyond what I could imagine on my own. It was the artist who made them.”. 8220;If the universe was made by an engineer, nothing would be beautiful,” Joey pointed out. 8220;Who says the universe was even made? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Art of Observation: November 2010
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The Art of Observation. Wednesday, November 24, 2010. 8220;Clever boy,” the queen gasped, grinning through her pain. “You were always the best of tricksters.”. 8221; Alice asked, glancing over at Quinn. 8220;And she still doesn't know! 8221; The fat woman barked out a short laugh, grasping tightly at the wound in her side. “Her mighty protector is the thing she fears most! You do more damage than I could ever, Quinn Hunter, Mad Hatter. I should have seen it.”. 8220;But you would lie,” reminded the ...
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The Art of Observation: Pump, Lift, Pour
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The Art of Observation. Thursday, January 13, 2011. Pump, Lift, Pour. There is nothing else. She starts to drag him inside, but he pauses, more out of habit than any sort of fight, to kick the snow off his boots, and he realizes the ice has frozen them on. She pulls on his hand again, and he follows her in. He whispers, and the tears fall. She puts her head in his lap. Give us more Bird soon, please. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pump, Lift, Pour. View my complete profile.
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The Art of Observation: Random snippets
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The Art of Observation. Friday, December 31, 2010. 8220;I am alive, Theia,” Bird repeated, sprinting through the town's darkened streets. “I am alive—please, believe me.”. 8220;But I always believe you—I always do, and you never are! 8221; She sobbed. “And in two days the guard will come by and it will all break—break into pieces, and I'll still be in the dark alone and you'll still be dead! 8221; she asked brokenly. 8220;You can,” he repeated earnestly. 8220;But the dead ones always lie.”. 8220;I would ...
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The Art of Observation: October 2010
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The Art of Observation. Thursday, October 07, 2010. Once upon a time, there lived a fantastic beast; a horned bird that tormented a city by the sea. Nothing could stand before it, and only the winter storm could slay it. But that was long ago, and unremembered, and it has long since died. And perhaps he died. It called itself the Dead Spirit; it walked in darkness. Once upon a time was now. Wednesday, October 06, 2010. 8220;We all are attracted to that which we do not have,” The Dead Spirit replied...
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The Art of Observation: Once
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The Art of Observation. Thursday, October 07, 2010. Once upon a time, there lived a fantastic beast; a horned bird that tormented a city by the sea. Nothing could stand before it, and only the winter storm could slay it. But that was long ago, and unremembered, and it has long since died. And perhaps he died. It called itself the Dead Spirit; it walked in darkness. Once upon a time was now. Still, overall, very cool. Write all of it and let me read it, please. Any time this week works for me.
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The Art of Observation: The Madnesses
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The Art of Observation. Wednesday, June 01, 2011. 8220;Ah, but. 8220;So you are not responsible for it? 8220;He was infected by that madness long before I came here,” the Spirit answered honestly. “Bright-Crown has too long taken what he wisshhhed to be bound by it—his madness is greed, lust for power. You know this, ”. 8220;I know.” The queen pursed her lips. “Spirit, I know you intend to destroy my son.”. 8220;By his destruction.”. 8220;Which madness do you ask? The queen remained silent for a moment&#...
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The Art of Observation: The lie
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The Art of Observation. Wednesday, November 24, 2010. 8220;Clever boy,” the queen gasped, grinning through her pain. “You were always the best of tricksters.”. 8221; Alice asked, glancing over at Quinn. 8220;And she still doesn't know! 8221; The fat woman barked out a short laugh, grasping tightly at the wound in her side. “Her mighty protector is the thing she fears most! You do more damage than I could ever, Quinn Hunter, Mad Hatter. I should have seen it.”. 8220;But you would lie,” reminded the ...
