

March GeorgeAngela Bryan-Brown Sam Simpson March George was sitting at his office desk; he didn't move much, just sat. Occasionally, he would extend his arm, rearrange the order of the knick knacks on his desk. Sometimes, he'd stop and pick one up, search his mind to find where they had come from. He was examining the porcelain figurine of an Angel playing the violin. A gift from a then 10th grade student he had taught, fittingly enough, the violin. She did not stand out in his assortment of students over the years. She had played the violin well, but not well enough; hence, he had deduceMarch George


The Lie: The Kid in the WardroThe Lie: The Kid in the Wardrobe I was, I am, I have been: A, Witch, at the night I crawl out my window and scale the roof into the night, on my broom stick. My cape streams behind me and my hat dons my head, like a crown. I cast spells, effortlessly, the twitch of my nose, the flick of my wrist. I am power incarnate, and I do not know how to contain it. Rupunzel, Harriet Tubman, Ghost, trapped on this earth to haunt you. Mermaid, beautiful, pristine, and alluring; but silenced when I give in to feeling. Cinderella, but I never go to the ball, I stay in my rags and tend to the cindersThe Lie: The Kid in the Wardro
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Love, angst, fallen angels, and demonkin fashion at Shadow of a Doubt:
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I'm on Twitter! My username is@EricaTheThor.
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"What I saw was equal ecstasy:
One universal smile it seemed of all things."
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Oh that starry night / Lost my sense of time
I don't know how I / Got my fingers burned
~Roisin Murphy
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"Some of them wanted to sell me snake oil and I'm not necessarily going to dismiss all of these, as I have never found a rusty snake."
Terry Pratchett
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