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http://emorfes.com/2010/01/10/amazing-magical-realism-photography/
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Nobody believed us.
By PV
I wasn't sure why Sally Wu was pouring tea into my breast pocket. It was obviously a methodical attempt to break my concentration, to spirit me into a whimsical here and now, devoid of concern for larger issues. It did pull me away from battling the insectoid hordes holding my Captain father prisoner, but I segregated my mind and I was once again covered in ichor, snipping my sword through repulsive denizens from the bowels of the hive portals. I relished my father's joy as he took command of the warp ship and eased us out into a luminous nebula. It was a good idea of Sally's and I achieved transformation - but nobody believed us at the soiree we attended later. What Alphonse the cat was pouncing on during our slash and cut interlude was anybody's guess.
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She had not felt well ever since it happened.
by CC
Moana was miffed. He had been irritable for most of his life, in fact, ever since the moment he realized his mother was one teat short and the other kittens invariably shut him out. He was irritated when Lucy, the little girl who adopted him, thought he was a female and named him Moana. Moana, for crap's sake, he thought. One day Lucy called for him with such revolting sweetness that he ran over to her and bit her hard on the ankle. She had not felt well ever since it happened. But he didn't care. In fact, it gave him pleasure, though he would not give himself the satisfaction of showing it.
