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Linkotan

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October 1, 2011
  • I live in Idaho
  • I was born on April 22
  • My occupation is Student/screenwriter
  • I am Dude

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    Modern Dovahkiin

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    A Little Help?

    October 22, 2011 by Linkotan

    So, I entered Boogeyman into a short story contest. If you could vote for it, that would help me loads. You can vote here: Voting

    Thanks so much for your help!

    Linkotan 12:56, October 22, 2011 (UTC)

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    Merry-Go-Round

    October 2, 2011 by Linkotan

    The day was warm and dry. Everywhere Paul looked he saw families playing together in the park. It had been only two years since Paul moved to Idaho and he was more or less adjusted to living in a highly religious community. It had been a point of discomfort in the beginning, but he had gotten used to it.


    He looked towards the slide where his youngest daughter was playing. Her brown hair was blowing in the wind. They had never cut her hair even though she was two years old now. It had always seemed inconvenient. Besides, her brown, curly hair was just too cute for a pair of scissors.




    “Look at Sam,” Maria said from beside him on the bench. She was pointing towards the playground bridge where their son was laughing with a girl who looked to be …





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    Theatre

    October 2, 2011 by Linkotan

    Jeffrey stared out the opened window at the streetlights as they drove through town. His mother was bringing him home from the local theatre where she had just had her cast party to celebrate their most recent play. He had to sit in the back again since they were taking Ms. Houffman home. She smelled like wine and his mother smelled like cigarettes. He never did like it when his mother smoked. Every time she tried to kiss him afterwards her breath smelled like burnt tobacco and cheap rolling paper. “Mom. Can we have waffles in the morning?”

    “Baby, don’t interrupt. Mommy’s talking.” She was always talking to someone else. “Really though, I couldn’t believe it! We were supposed to be the main story.”

    “You know how it is. Everyone makes promi…

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