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Mermaids IN SPACE -- ficletMermaids... IN SPACEMermaids IN SPACE -- ficlet by askerian
Fanfic for my own original fic. u.u;;
"Arun!" Lìadan's voice rang over the rocks, dismay clear in her tone. "Arun, you get leafs of green-blue flower in food, yes?"
On the other side of the ledge, in the dry hollow of the tiny island, Arun looked up from his laptop and the progress report he was typing up. "Uh. Yeah? You said it was alright to eat..."
"No, no! I say blue-green, not -- ahh. Bad -- wrong flower. Wrong."
Arun straightened up, alarmed, and scrambled over to look at her, half-expecting to find her or the pirate greenish and foaming at the mouth. "Oh shit. Is it poiso...?"
In the shallow cove, Lìadan and Blue sat, Lìadan in the water, with her gray tail curled around her, Blue with his long legs stretched out; the man was frozen on the spot, a half-eaten plant cake still in hand. His tanktop was sliding down a still lanky, but now rounder and narrower shoulder, low enough to offer glimpses of round bumps that should never have exist
Being True to MyselfI'm not going to follow your fucking trendsBeing True to Myself by inspirational-dreams
if I myself find no pleasant taste.
I don't like to be told how to dress
nor do I like being overly obsessed.
Id rather feel comfortable
than feeling self-conscious.
I like to feel free and comfortable with me.
I'm not one to pretend I'm something I'm not.
I'd rather be by myself than with
a bunch of immature friends.
Don't get me wrong I like to have fun
but my definition derives from nothing
that consists of putting others down, or
looking other people up and down.
I like to be true to myself and
being fake is just a waste of life.
The Town of BottamesdenIt's a community feeling I cannot explain;The Town of Bottamesden by inspirational-dreams
a mutual tendency to drink, smoke and fuck all day.
What else is there to do in a small town of Bottamesden.
Kids are forced to attend the schools;
institutions that just assimilate, and depress
you know we've got better places we'd rather be
like hiding out with our friends
running from police because of a friendly felony offense.
Well be at our best after
snorting pills, smoking spliffs, and slamming shots.
A small town bond of community kids
we know how to party and have a good time
commit crimes and never do time.
One small tragedy brings everyone together
to share the grief of a well known friend.
In a community like this
you know everyone from the dealers, to the preachers,
the pedophiles, to the alcoholics...
its your typical small town gossip
but sometimes it comes in handy
like when your stash is low
and you just need more.
We don't really give a shit if we fail or pass
because grades to us are just blots of ink