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Flash Fiction: A Mastery of Madness He let his shoulders roll forward. The motion stretched the skin of his back tightly across his spine, and a few flecks of black came loose. He reached back one of his long, lanky arms, and scritch-scratched at the tiny, scale-like growths that plagued his body. Some of them came free as he scratched, and he sighed with catharsis. His arm fell back down to his side, and he mournfully noted the sensation of new black scales growing back to cover the exposed patches on his back.Flash Fiction: A Mastery of Madness by ~PheonixKarr
He would never leave this place, this hospital for lost causes. The walls were black with soot and ash from the fireplace that was never cleaned, the floor staine
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Because every day is Alex Day.
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moy moy moy
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People with many interests live, not only longest, but happiest. -
George Matthew Allen
thanks for sharing your techniques
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"Living Stress Free"
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From DreAmland
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From DreAmland