Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Dec 19, 2014 20:55:13 GMT
Kittens! Yay!
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Post by Amber on Dec 19, 2014 22:47:09 GMT
It was sort of a Christmas surprise! Buuuut, even though my cat is 5 years old, she's hardly bigger than a kitten herself. O3O
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
Posts: 321
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Post by Goldie on Dec 23, 2014 4:53:04 GMT
It was a pretty dreary day, to say the least. They sky was gray and clouded, a thick drizzle had been falling since early that morning, and a cold breeze only added to the gloom of the day. The blond headed young man in a worn leather jacket and jeans trudged down the path from where his old red truck lingered in the parking lot. He stopped beside a tiny statue of an angel. He fell to his knees, the small pink flowers he had been clutching fell to the wet ground. Silent sobs wracked his body as thick tears streamed down his face. His pretty blue eyes were murky with sorrow of the purest and most brutal form. The tiny grave that lay before him had grass covering it, but there were still small patches of dirt where grass had yet to grow, signifying that the grave wasn't new, but still wasn't very old. His shoulders shook as he finally emitted a sound, a sound so sad. "I'm so sorry, baby girl. God dammit I'm sorry." he said, his voice thick with his mourning. The holidays were the worst. They made him think of the family that could have been, but never would be. His child was six feet under. His love, her mother, barely spoke to him at all anymore. The dreams were torture. Eating alive from the inside out. Dreams of him cuddling with the woman of his dreams in bed, dreams of their precious baby girl snuggling between them. Dreams that were beautiful nightmares. Ethan sat there alone, and cried.
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Post by Amber on Dec 23, 2014 15:14:50 GMT
Oh.....poor Ethan. 8C
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Post by Spotify on Jan 2, 2015 4:53:39 GMT
Poor, Ethan.
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Horse
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Post by Horse on Jan 10, 2015 5:15:32 GMT
//this has been nagging me forever, and it's a scene I've wanted to do for awhile to lead up to Sadie's ending, or whatever... I miss RPing here So anyway, this is just going to be random, but again, I've been wanting to write it forever// For the past month and a half since Sadie had come back from the hospital, her life had been a virtual hell. Her body was a prison, the place that once had been her home was a jail cell. Her entire world had been flipped upside down, and shaken until nothing resembled what it had been a year ago. Everything was ruined, and it was her fault. She'd never again be a good mother, a wife, a jockey; she'd ruined it all. All she knew anymore; was pain, humiliation, embarrassment, and such unbearable guilt it was hard to breathe. Sadie sat beneath the emerging stars near the conjuncture of two pastures, hoping to not be found while she pondered. All Sadie wanted to do was die, to leave all the pain and guilt and hellish nightmares behind. It didn't matter if she was gone, she was all alone anyway, so why would it matter? It would be better if she was gone, Adam would finally be rid of her, her daughter might have a shot at a happy childhood without a crumpled mother. LuLu would be better off as well since the filly hated her. Anytime Sadie approached Sunkissed Lullaby's stall, she was met with flashing teeth and flailing teeth. Two weeks after waking up, Sadie was able to sit up. The doctors seemed optimistic and hopeful, which encouraged Sadie to continue with her physical therapy. However, one day, the head doctor walked in, a grim expression marking his wrinkled face. He pulled up a chair next to Sadie's bed, eyebrows furrowed.
"You know I don't really like to sugar-coat things. I have some bad news."
Sadie simply stared at the man, eyes wide.
"Your MRI came back-" He paused, taking a long breath. "And it's going to take a miracle to two if you are every going to be able to walk again, I'm sorry." Never again would Sadie be able to walk, to run, to even ride. Her livelihood was gone, and it would never come back. She was utterly useless to anyone, even herself. It was pathetic really, everything from what her life had turned out to be, to her shriveled up appearance. She was pale, thin, with bags under her eyes. Her face was always etched with pain, and she could hardly meet anyone's gaze anymore. Sadie stared up at the infinite sky, tears starting to stream down her pale cheeks. It felt like the whole world was crashing down, and she couldn't deal with it anymore. Ugly sobs racked through her slender frame. "Why?" She seemed to be asking the sky. "I can't even-" Her voice cracked. "I can't even look him in the eyes." Her prayer seemed to go unanswered. "Just make it stop. Anything has to be better than this. Anything has to be better than knowing what I've done." She continued to sob, to pray that it would just end. Maybe if she stayed out here in the winter night she'd freeze to death.
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Horse
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Post by Horse on Jun 15, 2015 19:03:57 GMT
I miss this place :/
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