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The God of Gloom [Jun. 16th, 2006|01:25 am]
Serious Creative Writing


[Current Location |the motherland]
[mood |blankblank]
[music |used to be lucky by the wallflowers]

Missy never realized that she had it. The soft ears flowing down her tiny arms felt unusually cool to the touch - even when held for an entire day. The glossy obsidian eye was apathetic, while its twin had been removed by wear obviously years ago. But the way the fabric arms so subtly clung to her and how heavy the round body felt in her hands, she knew something was different about her toy. Something that tasted like salt...something that tickled some strange melancholy in the core of her stomach...Her toy bunny felt very wrong somehow.