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  • GlimmerandSparkle

    Stories

    March 5, 2013 by GlimmerandSparkle

    I laugh nervously when she asks the question during our little game of Truth-not-Dare when we're camping together. "My first kiss? Why do you care?" I say, not wanting to speak of it to her. She won't let up, insisting that I tell her all about it. I think of lying and saying that the first kiss we ever shared was my first one ever, but she won't believe that. She knows all about my history with other girls. There's absolutely no way that I can talk out of this, because this is Mari I'm talking to. Even if I managed to avoid the question now, she'd ask it again later and I'd be forced to answer. I know that I have to follow the rules of the game and tell the truth.

    After a reluctant sigh, I begin weaving the tale. The scene plays in my mind…


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    Talon's Journal

    February 23, 2013 by GlimmerandSparkle

    This is Talon's Journal, and I will try to update it at the same time he does in the RP.


    Nothing to do, nothing to do...  Mari's gone today. I don't realize how much time we really spend together until she's not here.  So I decided to write in here. If Mari knew that I write, I'd never hear the end of it, so I bury this thing when I'm not used to it. Sorry about the dirt and the occasional worm.  This is the first time I wave written in here since I became a father. My daughter, Amber Kianna Rosedain was born late night about a month ago. Before her, Mari was the only one I truly loved. I do love my family, but it's so different...  I think it's because I chose Mari, but they would have been family no matter what. She could leave me if she wan…


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    Crimson's Pain

    February 23, 2013 by GlimmerandSparkle

    I'm goth. I'll admit it. But it's not because I choose to be. For all of my life I've been sad, or lonely, or angry, and eventually it was even painful to see bright colors, because they reminded me of happiness that I'd never truely experienced, so I wore dark clothes instead. I didn't choose to be depressed, so don't judge me...

    My mom slept around the district. She was super poor and unemployed, so she turned to prostitution. They had some nickname for her, but I don't recall it. She looked a lot like me but prettier, long, dark red hair, fair skin, and a little short. The only difference was the eyes. Her eyes were icy blue, while mine are so brown they're black. Just being looked at by her made shivers go down my spine. Whenever she lo…

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