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I got such a fright that I wet myself. Sean had grabbed my ankle as I had walked past the bed. He was a monster, my brother - always jumping out at me from behind closed doors or coming up behind me when I was sitting minding my own business. The worst was when he jumped out from the closet or grabbed me from underneath the bed. I suppose the plus side for me was that he now had a hand covered in urine.
"Eew Julie. That's so gross!" Sean crawled from beneath the bed and walked to the bathroom across the hall. I heard the tap running, and generous amounts of soap being squirted from the liquid soap dispenser. Si

Drowning Sirens: Prologue
Prologue: A picture is worth a thousand words...
Just off the Gulf of Mexico Mrs. Waverly was peeling the skin from a boiled shrimp she had bought at the market that morning. The steam had begun to rise in her quaint kitchen and she had raised all of her windows to thin the air. The smells of the sea rushed into her house, mixing with the hydrangeas and lavender she had planted outside.
She inhaled deeply and strolled into the living room, wiping her hands on a damp rag. Mrs. Waverly stopped just in front of the bay window facing the ocean basin. Off in the distance she could see the docks and a few fishing boats barely returning from their

The Phantom of the StadiumThis had been Chrissie's big chance, she thought. The stadium seated two thousand people—more than ten times bigger than the sort of audience she was used to—and wasn't it possible that one of them might be someone important? Someone in a band? Or maybe even some kind of opera guy. She had always wanted to have a go at opera, which, given her present situation, seemed kind of ironic. Or was it literal? Figurative? She settled for "weird."
"Weird" also summed up the man at the organ quite nicely. His hands flew across the rows of keys, occasionally snapping out to one side or the other, working the stops. A porcelain mask obscured half his fa

Winter Storms"I know I shouldn't."
Thor stared at the metal grates beneath his feet. His armor had grown heavy since the Avengers' victory against the alien invasion. Now that a war was prevented, he had to face his inner battle. Would he risk losing his brother again?
He sat in the back of the armored hummer provided by S.H.I.E.L.D, ignoring the trace blonde hairs that fell around his face. In a way, he hoped they hid his indecision. He brushed his hand against the side of his chin, relishing in the familiar sound of his stubble scratching his callused palms.
A low, muffled scoff resonated from the other side of the vehicle. Thor leaned back against t




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Your contest widget is amazing.
& I have never been more emotionally attached to a character. If you've beaten the game - then you know why I almost cried, restarted, and googled every possible ending so that I could avoid the inevitable.
... & thank you for noticing the amazingness of my widget.
Oh I know exactly what you mean! I even found a mod so you could knock his butt out. I couldn't stand it!
Still it's a brilliant game and Alistair is adorable.
...Now I'm tempted to write about him.