I have too many "I'm back!" posts...Anyway, I promise to try to keep up with DA and viewing all your art. I think I'm going to use DA to show off my writing, instead of LiveJournal, another page I do the same thing to (I believe the last time I've logged onto that site was about 2 years ago). Anywho. I think I'll tidy up a bit on Pinktiger.
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Smalto, Chapter 2Chapter 2: Big Mack Smalto finally opened his eyes. He removed his fins that covered his face. The lake was so murky! Smalto couldn’t even see three inches beyond him. He tried to find the top of the lake, but it seemed so far up. He must have undergone such a huge dive that he must have been somewhere near the bottom of the lake.Smalto, Chapter 2
When he eventually reached the top, his eyes were so dirty with muck that he could hardly see anything. Smalto’s eyes couldn’t adjust to air very well either from up top. After swimming around for a long period of time, feeling terrified and frustrated, Smalto stopped and sunk
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Smalto, Chapter 1Chapter 1: The Spill There once was a beautiful fish that was also beautifully arrogant. His name was Smalto. Smalto – the exotic African blue Cichlid.Smalto, Chapter 1
Smalto lived in a great big tank in the home of Bailey, which was located up in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. His family consisted of other cichlids: reds, yellows, cobalt’s, peacocks, electrics, why – there were even a few leporinus and anostomus, brown and ugly little blokes – but all you need to know about any of them is that none of their scales were nearly as beautiful as Smalto’s.
Smalto spent most of his time admiring his good loo
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Young Kids Free During WeekendThey had become quite muddy boots slush at pond; nothing explores maturely. He likes me. He smiled the day he met me with the pale in the backyard, me with a newt in my hands, me with my feet in water, and every day tadpoles in creek swam upstream, the curious boys in the neighborhood, society.Young Kids Free During Weekend
I like him, you and me, boy and girl, a spoon. On Saturdays we dug the soil pulling up plant roots where upon many snakes and worms hid. Sundays creep violently. We’ve hunted bunny rabbits throughout the trailer court because even though they spring away too fast you sh
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Wife PluckerThe way of a finch is what he sings inWife Plucker
his cage while gripping his talons around the perch to balance his weight while preening the feathers off his back while his would-be built nest awaits but he’s too preoccupied and follows her around the cage as he shows off to his ladylove, still they had to fight after some months, he put his beak to her neck while she thought that he was playing, he grabbed her down while plucking it from her raw skin, yanking her feathers about and placing them in their nest, cherishing his architecture, how she would lay all of her little white
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