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Open Mind, Closed Mind by SelloutKey, literature

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Open Mind, Closed Mind

The door was jammed shut again. He could always tell how she was feeling by the bathroom door. Now he sat down on the short off-gray carpet beside the bathroom door, listening to the sound of the sink. It had been on for the last ten minutes, as far as he could tell, but aside from that there was complete silence. The hot afternoon was drawing to a close, and the blinds in their bedroom clicked on the window slightly against a breathless breeze that had been wheezing on and off all day, forcing a strange sickly swaying shadow that danced on the floor without rhythm or pulse. He pulled his knees up close to his chest, felt the denim in

Holiday by SelloutKey, literature

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Holiday

It was like a scene from a musical he remembered his sister watching when they were young. He watched this girl move in the water and he remembered. That had been a long time ago, when his sister still plopped down in front of the television, fascinated, before the great outdoors had called to her and she'd become a forest ranger, watching for twirls of smoke over the tops of the trees. Now they were lucky to get one phone call every month or so, and his sister talked of birds and logging and state requirements for park rangers. The water was much too cold to swim in, but it didn't seem to bother her. She was wrapped in a too large zip u

Noir -- Deleted Scene by SelloutKey, literature

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Noir -- Deleted Scene

"Tell me about Jolene." "Jolene was… She was bad for me." Michael said bluntly, almost a dare for the private eye to say something in reply, but Winston said nothing. Michael continued, "She was beautiful, yes, but I wasn't myself around her." "In what way?" The look Michael gave him was suddenly troubled, and he bit his lower lip and worried it for a moment, shooting a distrustful glance at the taxi driver, but the man was humming along with the radio. He released each word with care, as if there was somehow a wrong answer. "She wanted strange things, Mr. Winston, and she had ways of getting what she wanted. I don't know what

Noir by SelloutKey, literature

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Noir

She was wearing a brown overcoat that was maybe half an inch shorter than her skirt, which peeked out maybe half an inch, an intimate red, and when she walked the two garments swished around her knees. He watched her and was patient. She had wiped off the lipstick that had ringed her lips a perfect cherry red, and she was dabbing underneath her eyes with a handkerchief as she walked, heels clicking impatiently on the wet and pitted sidewalk. There'd been scattered showers all night, and thunder rumbled, low and angry. He'd debated whether or not he should just to grab her off the street, but it seemed so tasteless. &

Contest Submission: Innocence by SelloutKey, literature

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Contest Submission: Innocence

When she twirled in the yard, her dress flared out high over her knees, and her legs were white underneath the yellow dress. The grass was shorn short, and the remaining mulch had long since stained the bottoms of her bare feet a deep green, engrained into the whorls of her toes and the sloped arches that lead to rough heels. The sun lay low and red over the house and lawn, and when she raised her arms to the sky, and threw back her head, she thought she could feel the sun like fingers on her arms and neck, warm and sure. On the street, a bright red and blue ice cream truck inched past, and a man with a white peaked cap was cranking the mus

Photo Album by SelloutKey, literature

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Photo Album

I pick up my camera, slouch where I sit. The bed gives underneath me, creaking uneasily, and the sun shines through the window, cold and crisp. It's open and I can hear the sound of people below, a muted wave of unidentifiable Spanish words, with a quick Cuenca accent. I'm sure River will be back soon, but for now, I click through the pictures. The colors on the camera aren't as vivid as I remember them being. Some of the pictures I don't remember taking, let alone posing for, but some of them exist as memories, bright as stars in front of my eyes. There is a giant red shrimp-thing floating in front of me, larger than my hand, in a brownish

Golden Corral by SelloutKey, literature

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Golden Corral

The interior was warm and filled with thousands of different smells. Actually, the medley made her head ache, and her stomach nauseated. She hated buffets. Without a doubt, everyone involved in this mad family reunion would inevitably stuff themselves silly, groan to themselves sickly on the way home and finally pass out in a food induced stupor. Not to mention she was a vegetarian. The steam rising from roasted beef turned her stomach and she felt her mouth go dry. Even the overcooked green beans piled on her plate looked unappetizing. Would this night never end? It'd already been an hour, and the restaurant was starting to clear out

Burn the Forest Down by SelloutKey, literature

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Burn the Forest Down

I was perhaps eight when the Deschutes forest took my sister from me. No, leave that recorder alone. I'm only telling you this because you remind me a bit of her. Now, can I go on? Well, that day in October, I'd followed my sister down into twisting paths that branched off like weak arteries into the woods. Husks of red-gold leaves twirled anxiously around our ankles and crunched beneath our shoes. We had lived in Oregon, in that damned forest for a month, enough time for Holly to become bold and adventurous when we threaded our walks through trees older than our grandparents. I, on the other hand, had grown deeply distrustful of the

Saved by SelloutKey, literature

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Saved

Last night, I saved a girl. I'm not bragging or anything. She needed my help, and I was there for her. Someone stole her purse. I chased him, and I wasn't exactly surprised when I caught him. After all, when it comes down to it, motorcycle will always beat on foot. The worst part was actually hitting the guy. I think I got blood on my chrome. Ugh! When I hit him, my motorcycle fell over, tearing to shreds not only my jeans, but the borrowed leg. It took a good deal of playacting to hide that sort of thing, and the congealed blood was a cold slug moving down the skin marbled with bruises. I couldn't use his body; the thief had cracked his

Ink-Stains, pt.1 by SelloutKey, literature

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Ink-Stains, pt.1

My fingers were stained with ink, and there was a distinct smudge of barely not-there prints streaked lonely against the whitewash. The refrigerator was empty except for a lonesome cup of yogurt and three jars of dill pickles. I clutched the newspaper under my arm like a life preserver, and the constant whisper of my thoughts crowded up against my eyes leaving cloudy breath like handprints. I had not been here for three weeks. It had been a relief to share someone's room, feel them curl up against you like a sigh in the dark, even more of a relief to thoughtlessly interact. Now there was someone in these r

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Open Mind, Closed Mind by SelloutKey, literature

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Open Mind, Closed Mind

Holiday by SelloutKey, literature

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Holiday

Noir -- Deleted Scene by SelloutKey, literature

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Noir -- Deleted Scene

Noir by SelloutKey, literature

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Noir

Contest Submission: Innocence by SelloutKey, literature

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Contest Submission: Innocence

Photo Album by SelloutKey, literature

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Photo Album

Golden Corral by SelloutKey, literature

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Golden Corral

Burn the Forest Down by SelloutKey, literature

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Burn the Forest Down

Saved by SelloutKey, literature

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Saved

Ink-Stains, pt.1 by SelloutKey, literature

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Ink-Stains, pt.1

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Deviant for 12 years
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SelloutKey

Jun 6, 2012

PROGRESS. I make it in short and speedy bursts.

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just hit 6,000 words on that thing for sal. will be posting tonight, hopefully.

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SelloutKey

Apr 25, 2012

NOW WE ARE A FAMILY AGAIN

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HI GUYS OKAY SO. I am currently working on a rather large (for me) project for my dear dear ~Salice-is-an-idiot (https://www.deviantart.com/salice-is-an-idiot) that requires huge amounts of research on my part, due to my ocd for details (also, I want to watch all these movies/read all these stories) I'm trekkin' through most of the writing at school; I've written most of a middle-ish scene and a bit of the intro. I have made building layouts and extensive notes. This is the most research I've done on something since that Jack the Ripper thing. Actually, kind of the most research I've done for a fiction piece so far and it is oh-so-enjoyable around school + 30 hours a week of w

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SelloutKey

Mar 16, 2012

I

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am living in a film noir film from the forties but everything's in color with low key jazz on the radio and it keeps raining and raining. SO MOODY

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SecretAgentNine

Sep 8, 2012

Do you have the InkNote prompt?

windwingdark

Aug 15, 2012

i don't suppose you've got the InkNote prompt?

thehanimal

Jun 26, 2012

hey so you're the one who introduced me to ink note, does someone have the prompt right now but they just haven't posted it yet? I joined and am confused and no one will answer my questions lol...

SelloutKey

Jun 27, 2012

_{Right now, the new prompt is Open Mind, Closed Mind.
[link]
To claim a prompt, all you do is comment and say claimed c: Hope that helps.}

thehanimal

Jun 27, 2012

yes thank you that's extremely helpful!!!

thehanimal

Jun 24, 2012

Thanks for your favorite on "change"!

SelloutKey

Jun 24, 2012

_{I'm going through your gallery right now and my god I love your poetry. This is fantastic.}