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Kaster in GearlandKaster in Gearland by CarryPhoenix
"Daddy, I wanna tick."
Handy Tyler's scruffy head - one dark lock sticking up, another hanging down, some of them soaked in machine oil - popped from behind a massive mechanic block which he was repairing. He wasn't the only working one here. At the table right in front of him, which was almost unseen under clumsy technical drawings and spare parts, was a mini him - for an untrained eye. Little Kasterborous Tyler inherited not only his Dad's hair, eyes and stature, but also some of his habits and mannerisms. As his grandmother Jackie liked to say, 'genes weren't water'. At the moment the four-year-old was furiously shaking an old-fashioned mechanical clock.
"The clock won't tick if you shake it like that," Handy pointed out. "And it certainly won't if you drop it... how many times did I tell you not to steal my old shoes? You could catch a disease!"
"I wear socks," Kaster replied, and one of his far too huge red Converse shoes (the soles of which were half-o
Fandomstuck (pt.3)Fandomstuck (pt.3) by CarryPhoenix
"Тут поневоле начнёшь чувствовать себя Алисой из Страны Чудес", - думала Фрэнки, рефлекторно перебирая ногами в поисках того, на что можно было бы встать. Если бы не регул
Hotty Scotty Handy Dandy tip-toed through darkness, straining his ears to make sure it hadn't been a hallucination. No, it hadn't. Small whimpers and sniffs were heard as clearly as before, and Handy Dandy swore to himself, having recalled about his 'special feature' (though it wasn't so special after all: everybody would get it... later... not now) which could spoil everything. Newcomers always were vulnerable. Even Hotty Scotty had been meek - meeker than Humble Mumble (there could be a better name for the kindest and the sweetest of their group).Hotty Scotty by CarryPhoenix
Gods, this one was tiny. Maybe he would've been larger when not curled up like that... or no. Handy Dandy eyed the newbie from chin-length hair combed backwards (not so smoothly) to the tips of his toes seen from sandals and only then spoke.
"Why are you weeping, little one?"
The newbie shook head to toe and nearly fell off the edge of the bookshelf on which he was sitting. For a moment he was staring at Handy Dandy with red
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Inertia by AsherMane
Suggester says: This piece specifically
is lathered with imagery, and very emotionally
heavy in the face of its subject: Alzhimer's.
The creative use of the repeated line, the loss
of both good and bad memories, and the pain
it causes the sufferer are expressed phenomenally well.
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I am a simple student. My love is languages, so I study English, German and Chinese. I also write stories and poetry.|
Current Residence: Everywhere I can be in
Favourite genre of music: Music with sense
Favourite style of art: Fantasy
Operating System: Windows XP
Favourite cartoon character: Rocket from "Galactik Football"
Personal Quote: I don't lie. I tell incredible things or the ones you don't believe in