realthog (
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Current Music:
Mozart: Piano Quartet in e-flat (K493)
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lit'ry latest (or just "lit'rary late"?)
the Annedead
Thanks to Artist Extraordinaire Ray Ridenour (commissions accepted) for resuscitating a long-forgotten classic . . .
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fledgist.livejournal.com
2009-04-25 07:16 pm (UTC)
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*snort*
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realthog.livejournal.com
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2009-04-25 21:53 (UTC)
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2009-04-25 22:54 (UTC)
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realthog.livejournal.com
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2009-04-26 03:59 (UTC)
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2009-04-26 13:33 (UTC)
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alaneer.livejournal.com
2009-04-25 07:52 pm (UTC)
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Huh?
Ahem, sorry for the rude noise.
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2009-04-25 21:52 (UTC)
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a modest start
rhaz3-rid.livejournal.com
2009-04-26 01:24 am (UTC)
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Some dialogue suggested, and offered, to the possible author of "The Revenant of Wildfell Hall".
Chapter ?
In The Great Hall, at a window overlooking the lake, the zombie bride was pensive.
Trees partially blocked her blurry view of the ducks.
"I wonder what the quacking things' brains taste like?" she muttered.
Her ruined tongue brushing delicately over her frothy lips.
She turned and tried to focus on the vase full of dead roses.
"I wonder what those smelly things' brains taste like?" she
spoke, to no one.
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2009-04-26 03:16 (UTC)
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2009-04-26 02:06 am (UTC)
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A rose by any other brain...
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2009-04-26 02:37 (UTC)
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2009-04-26 13:33 (UTC)
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quietselkie.livejournal.com
2009-04-26 03:44 am (UTC)
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Oh good lord.
*snicker*
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2009-04-26 04:00 (UTC)
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Ahem, sorry for the rude noise.
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a modest start
Chapter ?
In The Great Hall, at a window overlooking the lake, the zombie bride was pensive.
Trees partially blocked her blurry view of the ducks.
"I wonder what the quacking things' brains taste like?" she muttered.
Her ruined tongue brushing delicately over her frothy lips.
She turned and tried to focus on the vase full of dead roses.
"I wonder what those smelly things' brains taste like?" she
spoke, to no one.
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*snicker*
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