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| Entry tags: | small things made large, small things phase 1 |
Small things made large: 29-33
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29. bydirtylttlescret
Justin wiped the sweat from his brow and squinted into the sun. He set down his brush and climbed out of the pit, being sure not to disturb any of the delicate areas of the dig on his way to the equipment van.
"Justin Taylor?" a voice called from across the sands. Justin put down his canteen and turned around. It was a tall man, dark, with a face like an Adonis.
"Yeah, that's me," he said, swallowing hard.
"I have a proposition for you," he said, holding out a map. "I think you're going to want to see this."
30. by LJ's england13
Ever since Justin started working at Kinnetik, Cynthia would visit him each afternoon. Justin liked Cynthia. She was friendly, cute, bitchy in the best way, and loyal beyond measure to Brian.
"So, I was thinking we should ask to work with the new musician we signed. He's young, hot. Local, too."
"Sure." Justin squinted at the ad on his computer. He couldn't quite get the font right.
"Justin, are you listening? You've heard of this guy, right? He's been all over the radio. Ethan Gold."
Justin felt all the blood drain from his face. He stared at her, horrified. "What?!"
31. bypositive_pat
He lay there on the floor, feeling horrible and sad for what he had done. Thinking back on his life, he'd had good times and bad, happy and sad, times with and without family and friends.
Now after this, had he thrown it all away? Had he set the course in motion for his life to end right here, right now, all alone?
Had he sent the universe spinning out of control so that all the people he had known in his life both good and bad, would be gone forever?
Would they ever forgive him?
DID HE EVEN CARE!!!!
32. by LJ's sfscarlet
I walk in the room, searching for his illuminating smile. The thumpa thumpa drums through my body but I only feel want for his arms wrapped around my neck as he reaches for my mouth to welcome me. Pushing through the shirtless, glistening hordes of men until I spot him dancing. Men are watching him as he gyrates on the dance floor, in sync with the music, oblivious to my approach. Glancing my way, he smiles and dances his way toward me. I reach for him, feeling under his damp shirt as I explore his skin. We start to dance.
33. [deleted because it was a duplicate.]
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29. by
dirtylttlescret Justin wiped the sweat from his brow and squinted into the sun. He set down his brush and climbed out of the pit, being sure not to disturb any of the delicate areas of the dig on his way to the equipment van.
"Justin Taylor?" a voice called from across the sands. Justin put down his canteen and turned around. It was a tall man, dark, with a face like an Adonis.
"Yeah, that's me," he said, swallowing hard.
"I have a proposition for you," he said, holding out a map. "I think you're going to want to see this."
30. by LJ's england13
Ever since Justin started working at Kinnetik, Cynthia would visit him each afternoon. Justin liked Cynthia. She was friendly, cute, bitchy in the best way, and loyal beyond measure to Brian.
"So, I was thinking we should ask to work with the new musician we signed. He's young, hot. Local, too."
"Sure." Justin squinted at the ad on his computer. He couldn't quite get the font right.
"Justin, are you listening? You've heard of this guy, right? He's been all over the radio. Ethan Gold."
Justin felt all the blood drain from his face. He stared at her, horrified. "What?!"
31. by
positive_pat He lay there on the floor, feeling horrible and sad for what he had done. Thinking back on his life, he'd had good times and bad, happy and sad, times with and without family and friends.
Now after this, had he thrown it all away? Had he set the course in motion for his life to end right here, right now, all alone?
Had he sent the universe spinning out of control so that all the people he had known in his life both good and bad, would be gone forever?
Would they ever forgive him?
DID HE EVEN CARE!!!!
32. by LJ's sfscarlet
I walk in the room, searching for his illuminating smile. The thumpa thumpa drums through my body but I only feel want for his arms wrapped around my neck as he reaches for my mouth to welcome me. Pushing through the shirtless, glistening hordes of men until I spot him dancing. Men are watching him as he gyrates on the dance floor, in sync with the music, oblivious to my approach. Glancing my way, he smiles and dances his way toward me. I reach for him, feeling under his damp shirt as I explore his skin. We start to dance.
33. [deleted because it was a duplicate.]