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Deeds Not Words: Revelation
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Zoe had been reunited with all her old Penguins friends, for the most part. Jordan, and Heather and Max and everyone was really anxious to see her, and she really had a good time when she met up with them after the Eastern conference final and they had a couple of days off after their sweep while they waited to see who they’d be playing in the Stanley cup final. 8221; Mario asked when she walked in the front door. 8220;Yeah, where is Austin? 8221; Zoe asked as she stepped into the living room where Mario...
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Undisclosed Desires: May 2011
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Can a stranger you meet at a bar be the one? Tuesday, May 24, 2011. A/N* * * CONGRATS CANUCKS FANS! Back to the story. So I’m throwing a third person into the mix. Just to keep it interesting. I know where this is going it’s just taking me a while to get there. Sorry for being so erratic with the consistency of my posts, hopefully things will cool off with work and I’ll have a little more time to write in the next little while. Promised you that I'd be true. Waitresses drop their trays. I’m not the...
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Undisclosed Desires: April 2011
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Can a stranger you meet at a bar be the one? Monday, April 25, 2011. 8 Lay, Lady, Lay. Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed. Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead. I long to see you in the morning light. I long to reach for you in the night. Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead. Lay, Lady, Lay -Bob Dylan. This is not me; I need to get my shit together, I sound like a broad. It’s kind of always like this at first isn’t it though? Thankfully, we have to rush to get o...
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Undisclosed Desires: November 2011
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Can a stranger you meet at a bar be the one? Monday, November 14, 2011. 14 I’M NOT IN LOVE. I saw your picture hangin' on the back of my door. Won’t give you my heart no one lives there anymore. And we were lovers now we can't be friends. Here we go again. Cause it's cold outside, when you coming home. Cause it's hot inside, isn't that enough. I'm not in love. I'm not in love. I'm not in love. Could it be that time has taken it's toll. Won't take you so far, I am in control. Here we go again. Thankfully,...
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Writing Short-Handed: Letter To My First
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A Compilation of *Short* Stories. Monday, February 14, 2011. Letter To My First. Rebelheart posted a story for a 'smut' challenge on her short stories page a long while ago now, and I read, and loved it. She explained that the idea was to write a smutty filled story about an NHLer you couldn't stand and I wanted in on some of that action, pardon the pun. So, here was my submission from quite awhile ago. I might post the submission I wrote that never ended up making it to the boards, too! Personally, I ju...
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Before I Grew My Wings: May 2010
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Before I Grew My Wings. View my complete profile. Sunday, May 30, 2010. Jem - Maybe I'm Amazed. Sometimes it sucks having a beautiful best friend. In grade seven the guys had gotten this obsession with spit balls. It was disgusting, they would chew up paper and spit it all around the classroom through straws as soon as the teachers weren’t looking. The guys at my school matured as fast as… well, I can’t think of anything that matures that slowly. The whole kindergarten ‘pick on her ...One day, we were in...
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Before I Grew My Wings: November 2010
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Before I Grew My Wings. View my complete profile. Monday, November 22, 2010. A/N: Heyyyyyy guys. I hate that I made you wait like ten days between posts last time and that I only realized when you guys told me it'd been too long! I swear to you everything is the exact same as when you left," Jon assured me into the phone. "If anything, the place is cleaner.". I'm about to go fucking ape shit because you just. Hey, no, I didn't tell. You anything. I don't know why she needs special groceries or toilet...
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Writing Short-Handed: Girls Love
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A Compilation of *Short* Stories. Friday, February 25, 2011. Another smutty challenge one-shot. This challenge was to write a story including a player from either the Penguins or the Capitals, about the Winter Classic. The story had to start with the word 'Motherfucker'. I had fun with this one because I was obsessed with 24/7. :). I should have been pissed off that I came that close to the Gordie Howe and had to leave the game. Fuck, I should be mad that my stupid visor just had to be half an inch lower...
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Deeds Not Words: August 2010
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Just for those of you that are interested I have another very different story at:. It should prove to be a really funny, interesting and interactive story. Learn more about the format and how to participate on the 'Getting Started' post at the link above. I would explain it on this note but I would just end up rambling. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Before I Grew My Wings. View my complete profile.
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Deeds Not Words: End
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Bluebird of Happiness - Mojave 3. This song is the musical definition of perfection. Sidney could feel the sweat rolling down his face as he looked down panting. His fingers gripped so tight that his knuckles were protesting as he tried to control his breathing and his heart rate. 8220;Harder, Sidney,” Zoe hollered at him. Sidney grunted in response as he lifted his hips and felt the push of his thighs as he thrust forward faster and harder. The resistance continued to pick up as she pushed him. 8220;In ...
