Je M' Appelle_Slice of LifeIt was nauseating. I didn't even want to look at the sickening grin on his face. Slick stone was ice upon my back; we were pushed up against a wallthe side of an arch supporting a cobblestone bridge overhead. Another clap of thunder and a wisp of a November breeze sneaked their way into the half made tent, leaving me to yearn for any cover of warmth besides this unbearably strong "guardian" of mine. There's only latent wrath towards yet another being as this one lets his teasing claws run across my skin. For the longest time ever I've wanted to beat my backstabbing "friend" to a pulp. I've imagined it over and over again.Je M' Appelle_Slice of Life by Iz-Schizoid
It's been a week since he ran out of the alley with my dearest sister to escape from them. Leaving me to this particular form of torture after they beat me, forced me to wear frilly dresses and made me risk my life and others' for the art of money and business. Almost dissociating from this immediate reality, I still felt my blood boil as he muttered something i
Triple SatTriple Sat: Three Tables in Three ActsTriple Sat by joeL-Depri
Triple Sat (Verb): A restaurant term where a host/hostess seats three tables consecutively to one server. The server, while still smiling politely, runs around frantically trying to be in three places at once. It's not pretty, the guests feel like they received bad service, and usually said host/hostess gets cursed at behind his or her back for the rest of the night. This also comes in other forms such as "double sat", a frustrating but manageable situation, and "quad sat", which means find a manager for help A.S.A.P. and cross fingers the host/hostess loses his or her job.
Other things to take note of: serving is judging the tables. The last time you visited a restaurant you might have been judging the server, but rest assured the server was judging you. You are just what they happen to catch when they are at your table or walking by. I serve, observe, and fulfill, but never get attached. I rarely catch a custo
Harvest Moon + JupiterJupiter had died.Harvest Moon + Jupiter by joeL-Depri
Kremlin entered his spaceship and immediately he knew something was wrong. He had never liked his pet Jupiter but sadness struck him as he locked the hatch behind him. He was now alone in his ship for the first time. Space felt different alone.
Harvest Moon had been Kremlin's ship for the past fifteen years and Jupiter's for even longer. When he bought the ship from some avid gambler strapped for cash Jupiter, the giant hairy slug, was already living inside the hull. Kremlin, being the heartless guy he was, had always meant to kick her out at the next stop but he procrastinated. It wasn't until now after the ugly thing was gone that he realized why. When he came back from his business transactions at various space stations and HUB cities it was Jupiter that made Kremlin feel at home. It was not that they interacted much, as Jupiter was not a social pet, but the feeling that something, someone, was also living here with him. A shared space.
Kremlin thought it was becau
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Sac-Con- June 2
FairyTale Land Bookfair- Every year Sacramento's FairyTale Land Park puts on a bookfair for children, and this year they would like to set up a comic book section. SCCG member John Lee, who also works there, would ike to invite other SCCG members to supply some comics for the event!If you'd like to donate some books bring them to a club meeting or contact Jason for a chance to drop them off with him! (Jason's e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org)
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