She could remember, or, she felt vague mockeries of memory somethings . Happy, warm, what she was. She identified it and knew it and enjoyed it but that was not all. As she was somethings , many other elses, she was, she always would be. She did not, she had never, would never know. All lines blurre...

If Lucas' body was like that of a majestic horse (she'd heard the metaphor for him before, as locker room gossip, and found it pleasantly agreeable) she saddled up but only had one foot stirruped, the other lazily swinging free. "What is 'good', Lucas? I don't believe in 'good'." She tried...

Beryl enjoyed the pause. It seemed relevantly needless, somehow. She let their eyes continue to meet even as the prolonged glance generally became more awkward , as it went in situations that devolved along these particular lines. She likewise enjoyed the question. It was a sudden acceleration, a ve...

She blinked. In that instant that her eyes were gently draped over and sequestered from reality everything about her countenance might have suddenly become utterly different, with or without rhyme or reason. That was on Lucas to interpret, rather, to derive a meaning from the maybe perceptible shift...

"We would," Beryl redundantly answered in plain tone and plainer text reiterating the thought in her head. She typed out her own adventure in a contrived scene containing all her favorite taboo tropes, and so she iterated: She mused mundanely on bland thoughts that didn't matter, and maybe...

Beryl's hand traced the arc of Lucas neutralizing his position. Skin to skin, palpable heat and Beryl couldn't tell who radiated what. The slenderness of her digit ended up gently resting on his shoulder. The young woman stared the way of the stage. Empty, abandoned, curtains drawn half way to revea...

"Yes, I see..." Beryl particularly did not reciprocate because her eyes were closed. Anyways she contemplated Lucas' response and she contemplated contemplating and she was profoundly unaware of what she was doing, which seemed to her to be the optimal way to approach these meager moments...

Beryl liked to posit (a bunch, pointlessly so, and so on), that, all things were equally subjective because everyone occupied the center of their own universe. And all around that little flesh and bone and spirit (or other sentient material) dot the cosmological horizon stretched, almost exactly the...

(( copypaste first sentence only with Beryl Mahelona )) Wait wasn't Beryl supposed to be delivering something to a classroom? She shrugged- mentally, physically, spiritually- and stuffed that random paper in her hands ( what was it for?? ) into the deep yawning pocket of her skirt, a cozy wool fit ...

( Gyu-ri Christensen, continued from Venipuncture ) Gyu-ri etched 'Unemployment' onto the very top-most margin of her plain glossy yellow notebook. This being on the thirty-second page of said notebook, with the margins on both sides exactingly measured by the length of a fold-able plastic ruler ex...

( amount of time earlier is very little ) and then Beryl burst into the bathroom, and she was a bit tired and showing it in her lazy pant, she'd run in a silly gait all the way from the auditorium because she'd lost her sense of when the bell had actually rung, and she'd realized she had time only ...

"Will be, yep." Ramsey scarfed down the last of his cafeteria meal. Still not nutritious and still did it's job admirably. Ramsey offered a silent thanks for his meal. Nobody heard it of course. Except for the one person above all others who was supposed to hear it. "Swear you said th...

Sometimes Ramsey thought the pauses were a little off. Like dude was putting on a show of some sort. Ramsey was pretty sure Ron wasn't a theater junkie. "So like, Aerosmith or something." Ramsey wasn't too into that more oldies sound. He only knew a few names when they had overlap hits wit...

Ramsey had figured Ron would be down. Dude always was. And sometimes Ramsey wondered if dude even had a life off the team. Seemed all Ron ever did was hang out with the cool kids but not really do actual cool kid things. Ramsey didn't even know what cool kid things was supposed to mean. Loaded term ...

Homeboy was spending glances by way of looking entrance-side. Waiting for someone if Ramsey had to guess. Ramsey couldn't guess who. Simple fact of the matter was Ron was pretty bland flavor. Didn't date and actively seemed to avoid a good amount of people who might've been friendly. It was an entir...