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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: June 2011
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? This entry disappeared, then suddenly reappeared as a draft. I will be doing a rewrite/edit of it eventually. So this entry has been a long time coming. I have been meaning to write it and I have started writing it and not finished and now it is going to be written. I'm writing it. I am. While being the most fantastic, this is also the most straightforward of the three layers of Baby Doll's internal struggle.
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: Now... Fight.
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? This entry disappeared, then suddenly reappeared as a draft. I will be doing a rewrite/edit of it eventually. So this entry has been a long time coming. I have been meaning to write it and I have started writing it and not finished and now it is going to be written. I'm writing it. I am. While being the most fantastic, this is also the most straightforward of the three layers of Baby Doll's internal struggle.
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: an old piece
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? I remembered writing this years ago, and it seemed pertinent recently. So now I am posting it here after it collected dust on my much older blog. I have grown and matured so much since then, and the broken relationship that this addressed is mended and better. But it was still a step for me. What is there left to do. When the flow of words. From one vessel to the next. And there is nothing. Of that which was full.
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: May 2014
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? Strangers behind a train. It was another long day at the office. How many mornings had she gotten in before it was light outside? She could not remember. Life had turned into a cycle of getting up obscenely early, working longer and longer shifts, and getting home, just to eat something before she crashed, only to repeat the process the next day and the next and the next. A few people looked at the two of them a...
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: The girl with the generous heart
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? The girl with the generous heart. Once upon a time there was a girl with a very generous heart. She was not very pretty, nor was she very lovable, but she was clever and loyal. However, she was not wise. And so she gave her heart away too often and foolishly. Ever since that day, the girl no longer had a generous heart. She became reclusive and lonesome, and she always remembered what the bird had said to he...
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: A Demon and Mutants and Russians, oh my
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? A Demon and Mutants and Russians, oh my. Just one thing first: I love Beast when he turns blue. Having seen the new X-Men film recently, I found it both wonderful and problematic. It suffers from the same problem all X-Men films prior to this have (too many characters, not enough screen time), but the problems I saw with this film went beyond that. 15 June, 2011 23:48. Due to his normality, he shows a surprising...
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: Strangers behind a train
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? Strangers behind a train. It was another long day at the office. How many mornings had she gotten in before it was light outside? She could not remember. Life had turned into a cycle of getting up obscenely early, working longer and longer shifts, and getting home, just to eat something before she crashed, only to repeat the process the next day and the next and the next. A few people looked at the two of them a...
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: May I Come In? (Neither Lion nor Wolf, revisited)
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? May I Come In? Neither Lion nor Wolf, revisited). He spoke to her in stories- metaphors. Lessons he wanted her to learn, from his own life and from the lives of others. He shared his wisdom, the wisdom of a life lived widely, the wisdom passed down for generations, all lilting, lulling her with his storyteller's voice. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. May I Come In?
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: June 2014
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? May I Come In? Neither Lion nor Wolf, revisited). He spoke to her in stories- metaphors. Lessons he wanted her to learn, from his own life and from the lives of others. He shared his wisdom, the wisdom of a life lived widely, the wisdom passed down for generations, all lilting, lulling her with his storyteller's voice. Neither wolf nor lion. He spoke to her. Lessons he wanted her. To learn, from his own life.
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl: A Miscalculated Risk
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The Untold Tales of a Make-Believe Girl. These aren't your stories. Why are you reading them? Walking among the dead in the rain. With you was the first time I had walked. Those paths in years. I had forgotten how. Serenely the dead sleep. Below the sodden soil. Walking with space between us. Felt easy and natural- there was nothing. Drawing us together but the air. Of familiar unfamiliarity: our generation. Drawn together by lines on screens. I watched you that night in the mist,. The sums didn't match.
