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_{Stories by [Linderel].}

These are all the vignettes I have, for one reason or another, deemed worthy of reading. Vivid description and melancholy are my forte, the latter at times reaching 'soul-crushing bleakness of Dickensian proportions'. Feedback is always welcome.

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2005

A day in the life of an anime otaku
It has been an extremely peculiar day.

Dance of innocence
Moonlight filters through from the stained-glass windows high on the ceiling, creating a dance of shadows on the white marble floor. - Inspired by a drawing of [Kii'ia]'s.

Food trouble
How they still managed to have leftovers more than a week after the actual holiday remained a mystery to Jennifer, but nevertheless she found herself stocking her fridge with containers of ham and turkey and casserole and lutefisk, among other things.

Meadow
In the break of dawn, a tiny giggling voice could be heard from the field of grass spreading behind an age-old forest. Dew drops sparkled when the rays of sun hit them, making the field glow in an ethereal way. - Inspired by [Kaimee]'s 'Grass' drawing.

Pet
Every child has his or her own bogies, incarnate in a variety of forms.

Sinner
From the first rays of dawn till nightfall she came to sit on the very same bench.

Trapped
"Seven days ago, I ran away from home." - A Creative Writing assignment.

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2006

Dreamscape
Like shadows, they moved from one room to another, from patient to patient.

Forsaken
Whimpering, the young mother fell on her knees, rough floor scraping bare feet, unyealding under an onslaught of tears.

Remembrance
She remembers the balmy summer nights of her childhood; the crickets chirping in the soft, long grass, a gentle breeze blowing over the field, swaying the young saplings and the leaves of the older trees towering on the edge, watching over her adventures, and a bird, perhaps a nightingale, singing somewhere in the distance. She remembers, and oh, how she longs for those days, those nights, when everything was still so pure and beautiful and oh, so wondrous in her innocent eyes. - Inpired by a drawing of [Zab]'s.

Selene
It was cold. Paralysingly, piercingly cold, the kind that makes you simply want to curl up and wait for either an inevitable death or someone, anyone, to come by and help.

The crone
The crone observed her young student, noting how he furiously blinked away tears of frustration and balled his hands in fists, opened them again, closed them again. - WritersCo contest entry. The first line was given.

The hypocrite
He had never claimed to be a good man. Had never lied. Had he? - Companion piece to Forsaken.

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2007

Boys don't cry.
It would all be better soon.

Descent
This is how poets die.

Elisa
"My momma's in the wind, she's whispering to us all. Can you hear?" - WritersCo contest entry. The first line was given.

L'esprit de l'escalier
It was the only way she knew how to deal with things, alone.

Reunion
"Hello, luv. Did you miss me?"

The Hunt
It is a moonless, starless night when the beasts hunt. Half man, half demon, they are monsters found only in the deepest, darkest memories of history.

Wallflower
Like this, it is perfect.

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2008

Edges
He has vowed to live without regrets until the inevitable happens. - WritersCo contest entry. The first line was given.

Tea and Roses
"Are you trying to build us a paradise, Rosa? Build me a paradise? Hmm?" - Inspired by the theme 'paradise' from Portfolio Contest's fourth round.

Wildflower
She was a wildflower; beautiful, fragile, impossible to control. - Inspired by the theme 'wild' from Portfolio Contest's fourth round.

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