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The Wallflower by crazylady, literature

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The Wallflower

The Wallflower Wall·flow·er n. "Any of numerous herbs of the genus Erysimum of the mustard family, having fragrant yellow, orange, or brownish flowers." Their heads remained completely still under the harsh breeze from the air conditioner. Each blossom was perfectly sculpted and vibrant orange in tone. They were perfect. Doubtless this was because they were also fake. Lukis McBride reached out and plucked one of them—slightly brighter than the rest—from his assistant's open palm. "You had a really good reason for dragging me down here on the weekend, huh?" He looked up with a sardonic smile. "Do you know what t

Scurvy Sea Dogs--11 by crazylady, literature

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Scurvy Sea Dogs--11

“Victoria, don’t put so much food into your mouth at once. It looks absolutely vile.” Tory stuffed an extra-large whole boiled potato into her mouth and mumbled defiantly through it, “Stop calling me Victoria!” After rescuing her from the Navy men at the tavern, her captor had led her back to the same mansion she had escaped from not an hour before. It was now early evening, and Tory was sitting at a completely oversized mahogany dining table with her captor, who’s name was Harry, and his young wife Elizabeth, who had taken it upon herself to try and educate Tory in the ways of well-bred young Englishwomen.

Scurvy Sea Dogs--10 by crazylady, literature

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Scurvy Sea Dogs--10

A long corridor stretched out behind; high ceiling, thick carpet and mahogany-panelled walls disappearing into inky blackness. In front, a massive pair of oaken doors. There were some large, velvety couches along the walls at this end of the hallway, and right now, sitting on those couches, was the most sorry and dejected-looking group of individuals ever assembled in one place. With an enormous clunk, one of the doors swung partially open, and a young girl with long dark hair and a tattered grey dress bolted out. She kept her head down, hiding her face, but there was no masking the sound of her sobs. It was the sound of utmost sorrow an

Ch 1--There's One Every Year by crazylady, literature

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Ch 1--There's One Every Year

It was a rare day in Ashland. A sunny fall day. Shafts of golden light filtered down through leaves just starting to turn and landed in dappled patches on the lawn of Ashland High School. The hundred or so students loitering about the grounds didn't notice. Chances are, they were too busy staring at the girl making her way up the stairs to the entrance. MacKenzie Rain shook her long brown locks back from her face and placed one booted foot confidently in front of the other. I am the lion, stalking through my jungle. Even though the early autumn air held a nip, she was clad in tight micro-shorts and a pair of knee-length, chunky comba

Morality Is For Sissies by crazylady, literature

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Morality Is For Sissies

"Just nicking out to get the groceries!" I wrapped a scarf around my neck and shrugged into my favorite jacket with the fur-lined hood. Blaine appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, a mug in one hand. "Got cash?" "As good as." I smiled, stood on tip-toe to kiss him on the lips, and stepped outside. I paused a moment to admire the way my breath misted the frozen air, then struck up a brisk trot to the supermarket. I loved the snow, but it was a relief to step into the warm interior of the supermarket. I grabbed a cart, threw my scarf and jacket into it, and set off up the biscuit aisle. "Anna!" I laughed as a pair of strong

Service by crazylady, literature

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Service

Four pm is the busiest time of day at the supermarket. Marty Snark knew this, but it never stopped him going in there at 4pm every afternoon to buy two or three things. Marty hated being in the supermarket when it was busy—but that never stopped him going in there at 4pm either. Thursday afternoons were no exception. Marty picked his way through the sliding entrance doors, jostled for a shopping cart, and almost succeeded in running down several small children on his way to the fresh foods department. Once there, he took his time picking through the tomato bin. As usual, some sodding fool had thrown a handful of organic tomatoes in with

Scurvy Sea Dogs--2 by crazylady, literature

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Scurvy Sea Dogs--2

"That's the third cutlass you've lost this month." "At least it wasn't another of them fancy ones with the gold and jewel decorations and all." Tory flashed the captain what she hoped was a charming smile. The look he returned was unamused, at best. Tory really hated that look. "Come on, sir, I can't be a pirate without a cutlass." "Ah, Tory." Was that a fond smile? Tory's heart almost skipped a beat. "We won't be doing any more raids until we've been back to town for more supplies. You won't need a sword before then, and once we get to town you can buy a cutlass of your own." Get a feel for how expensive the damn things are, was w

Scurvy Sea Dogs--1 by crazylady, literature

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Scurvy Sea Dogs--1

Sunlight reflected off the surface of the water, effectively blinding the skinny girl standing on the top deck. "Cripes." Tory missed the first step completely and made an ungraceful tumble to the deck below. The door to the captain's cabin swung open. "Mornin' captain." Tory bounced hastily to her feet. If he was puzzled to find his first mate sprawled out all over the lower deck, he didn't show it. "Any sign of our quarry yet?" Captain James Swallow was a tall and handsome man—in spite of having a slightly hooked nose and a lot of scraggy black hair. In fact, he was the most handsome pirate ever to sail the seven seas, but pirate

Unfaithful by crazylady, literature

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Unfaithful

You always think it could never happen to you. When in truth, that's the point where it happens. Only too late did I realise my mistake; by the very act of ruling the possibility out of my life, I had allowed it in. I still remember the day we met. I was shy, nervous, completely new to the game; he was all confidence and enthusiasm. It was like one of those magical fairytale moments; he stood so far out from the crowd, you could just tell it was meant to be. And we clicked right from the start. He had exactly the kind of outgoing, adventurous soul I longed for. And I suppose I had the trusting, try-anything-for-you soul that he was lo

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The Wallflower by crazylady, literature

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The Wallflower

Poem About Nature by crazylady, literature

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Poem About Nature

Little green devils; They come with evil in mind. And it's you they find. It started so well, Green lawn, blue sky, summer breeze; But then they came out. Little green devils; Scavenging, crawling, biting; Now they've wrecked your day. What'd you do to them, That they should treat you this way? Anger starts to flare. You jump to your feet, Draw your Pea-Beu 1000. Revenge will be yours. Spray there, stomp one here; Now they're all running in fear. This day will be yours. The field lies empty; You stand alone among dead; And cry in triumph. But what's this new sight? Millions more, coming for you-- You can't take them a

Poem from the Heart by crazylady, literature

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Poem from the Heart

Everybody asking; Nobody giving; They think they have a right to you, --your time, your skill, your love. They don't care where you come from; They don't care where you go. As long as you're There when they call, And do as they ask. Everybody judging, Nobody listening, Is it their fault you don't have time? --you're tired, frustrated or sad? They don't care whether you sleep at night; Whether everything in your world is wrong, or right; Provided you're There when you said you'd be, And do as you promised. And why should they care about you? --your hopes, wants or needs. Don't they serve a Higher Cause? It's you who's being

Poem About the Country by crazylady, literature

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Poem About the Country

You know I hate bugs, If you've read my poems you'll know; So here's a strange tale. When I went country, I had all these grand ideas; --romantic visions. So what did I find? More roadkill than twenty years Had e'er shown before. And that was before I reached my destination. The humanity! I think myself strong; I'm not a fearful woman; Hate being rescued. But giant roaches --crawling my toothbrush, no less!-- That's gone way too far. And how did I scream? When I saw spider hairy, Above place of sleep. You can't just spray it, It will bungee to the floor; Be lost in the mess. (For as we all know, Four girls in a room c

Blair Elephant Project by crazylady, literature

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Blair Elephant Project

Like a dream; vague and dim, in the back of your mind's eye; You know that it's coming; feel it through the midnight sky. Like a streak of light, but on a purple Electrolux; And it's coming for you--damn, that really sucks. There's mania in his eye, and his cape's all aflutter; Makes you wish you could disappear down the gutter. The wind rises, sounds like an evil chant; No one escapes from the Blair Elephant. He flies by night on his trusty vacuum cleaner, Supposedly bringing justice, though he couldn't be meaner; Somewhere, you can hear the crickets chirping serenely; He aims the hose at you, and chuckles obscenely. There's nowh

The Perfect Guy--Part One by crazylady, literature

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The Perfect Guy--Part One

I guess most people would say that my biggest problem is being indecisive. I have trouble deciding on things. I don't think that's true. Mere indecisiveness could never lead to the situation I'm in now; chasing a short red-dread-headed swordsman with schizophrenic fashion sense through an abandoned warehouse in a last-ditch effort to stop him fulfilling his evil plan to blot the coffee bean from the face of the earth (thereby causing social chaos to ensue and eventually—as they do—rising himself to world domination). I don't think it's indecisiveness so much as my multiple personality disorder that got me here. But I'm ahead of myself.

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Creepy Crawlies by CrikeyDiamond, literature

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Creepy Crawlies

Rounding the corner of the lonely one-lane track. The council says it's bitumen but it's anything but flat. As you try and dodge the potholes, you finally see the roos. Suicidal animals with a death wish for them and you. Almost home now with the city miles before, I see the mailbox; we turn down the dirt home stretch. The flats are now just dirt, the trees are brown, but this is my home, Windemere, my heart. A property outside of another small town If you think the flies are bad, you're wrong. The mozzies are much, much worse. The creepy crawlies, the humongous snakes, the frogs, The whole bush lives in your house. You know you'

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Mar 30
Russia
Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: Brisbane (but I wish I was a pirate in the Caribbean)
Favourite genre of music: That depends on if I feel like meditating or bashing the crap out of people.
Favourite style of art: Cultural Philistine Alert.
Operating System: Technological Philistine Alert.
MP3 player of choice: George the iPod.
Shell of choice: The variety that don't come with hermit crabs included.
Wallpaper of choice: This wacky crayon drawing I did for my cousin...all of two years ago.
Favourite cartoon character: Kenshin!
Personal Quote: Eu sou maluca!! A cor de cabelo nao quer dizer nada.

Favourite Visual Artist

The Magical A-Chan. www.azusachan.deviantart.com Not that I'm biased or nuthin'.

Favourite Movies

Pirates of the Caribbean! (Closely followed by the Mummy, and Terminator 2...)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

U2! Hooray! They're FINALLY touring Australia! I have a ticket! ARRGGGHHHHH!

Favourite Writers

Matthew Reilly and Janet Evanovich.

Favourite Games

Tomb Raider (all 6 of them, hah!). And Need for Speed. And Prince of Persia. The Prince is HOT.

Tools of the Trade

Crayons, coloured paper, my laptop and a headful of pink fluff...

Other Interests

Fire-Twirling; Writing; Singing & Playing Guitar (badly); Studying Law; Making massa de bolacha

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crazylady

May 24, 2012

Just When You Thought I Might Be Dead....

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I'm not dead.  I am however now thirty years old - and a far cry from the bitter and slightly twisted 21-year-old who started this account so many years ago. It's nice to not be bitter any more.  Even if I'm still slightly twisted. But do I still have what it takes to write?  That's the question.

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Aug 6, 2009

OMG, it's like I'm in an epidose of ALIAS

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You know the episode at the end of Season 2 where Sydney wakes up and she's lost two years off her life? I feel a lot like that right now. It's not that I've lost my memory...I've been working my job the whole time.  But somehow, since finishing uni, getting a full-time job and then getting married into the bargain, the days go past much more quickly than I can keep track of them. Last time I wrote in here, it was October 2007. Now, suddenly, it's August 2009. I don't know what I've done the last two years.  I know what I haven't done.  I haven't written anything.  I haven't seen my crayon collection.  I haven't done anything stupid (lik

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Oct 2, 2007

Seasons Change

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In the immortal words of Anastacia, yes, they do. But some things always stay the same. It was 7:30am on my wedding day, and my best friend and I were hiding in a spider-infested kids' cubby in the backyard, wondering how long it would take my parents to find the knotted sheet dangling out our bedroom window and and realise that I had done a runner. Two hours later, our butts were decidedly numb, the hair and makeup artists had arrived,  and my other bridesmaids were happily getting dolled up.  No one however, seemed to have noticed that there was in fact no bride in the house. I made a mental note not to ever try a "let's-see-how-much-pe