Ok so I finally have a LJ.
Why? No clue.
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Pests Twenty minutes. No, twenty-two now. Staring at that cursed mosquito. I mean cursed in a most literal sense: I had been plotting ways to kill it for twenty-two minutes now. I hated mosquitoes. Nasty, disease carrying, vampiric, little jerks. The demonic thing had been sitting in the same spot for twenty-three minutes, staring into my soul with eyes I couldn't see from my bed. I should be in bed I have a wedding to go to tomorrow but the mosquito forces me to keep an ever-vigilant eye. I debate: spray the thing with hairspray and when it falls, lightPests by ~fireinhole8


Egg Shell A broken egg.Egg Shell by ~fireinhole8
It just sat there on the counter.
Why? I'm not honestly certain.
I have no clue why it's there...or how it got there...or why it's even broken.
But it is there and it is indeed broken.
No one else lives in my house.
Nope; just me.
So...why is this egg broken?
Did it hatch? No...impossible.
The eggs are taken before incubation....
Maybe this one was just late? No...I'd hear chirping.
Wouldn't I? I'd think so...unless the chick died in the middle of the night....
Oh no! I hope there isn't a dead baby chick in my kitchen! That would suck.
But wait a moment...why is there an egg on the counter in the first place...?


Dreamers The light grew brighter as I entered the roofless room. Three men sat on a platform in the center; all facing each other, all asleep. A slowly moving archway spun over them attached to a spinning dais below the platform. A blue light blinked on and off on it, slightly drawing me into a hypnotic state before I was quite awakened by a young woman of around twenty-two. Her brown eyes stared into mine questioningly for but a second before inquiring as to who I was. I said I was simply visiting, passing by. She nodded, the look still in her eyes as she wandered around through the waDreamers by ~fireinhole8


Who are We Fighting? The two soldiers sat on a bench at the spaceport, waiting for their shipment. A military surveillance camera recorded their conversation.Who are We Fighting? by ~fireinhole8
"Hey Joe what exactly are we fighting for?" the taller of the two asked. Joe looked at his feet for a bit and the stared at the roof, blinking heavily in thought. "To be honest I don't know." The other man cocked his head at the roof as well and scrunched his eyebrows up. "Well, I won't worry about it much. All I know is that I'm told to fight, and that's what I'm going to do, eh?" Joe chuckled and nodded in agreement, still staring at the roof. It was Joe's turn for a question: "Car