Jean Calvin
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| Story | Snack Time | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Ireland | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Glad You Don't Care | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Jenseit von Gut und Bose | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Hanged Man | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Frankly, Mr. Shankly | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Fear | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Differnt | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Dreams | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Free | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Don Juan | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Disappear | Jean Calvin | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
My stories
The Pig Story
Once upon a time in the hills of Kansas three close friends decided to do some parachuting off a cliff side. The three quickly drew out their parachutes; oddly enough one of their parachutes was a pig.
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Window Seat Dreary
I sit, weary in my dreary. Alone in my seat- at the window. I roll, twist, stretch- but not one can I cure my dreary. The engine screaming- throosh throsh! THROOSH! Moaning on for eternity.
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Hanged Man
It all began the day the hanged man said 'Hello' to me. ------------------------------------------ Back in those days I still lived at the church. I wasn't training to be a priest or anything of the sorts, to be honest it was far from it. I was only there since nobody else didn't care or didn't want to be burdened with the load and shame of being bestowed to the town orphan. It's because of that I was shoved into church under the watch of the ever present, Sister Caterina. It was Sister Caterina's self-imposed duty that she made me of my burden to her everyday, and fairly recently she has also tacked on new lectures about my neglecting the available work force for me. From the stories I've heard in town my father was much the same when he was my age. I guess that's where I get it from.
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Xenosaga Prologue
It was a casual day on the Turkana dig, which meant that the weather was restlessly warm and chilling at night. Only few places offered any slight protection from the heat, Dr. Masuda's tent was one such place. Dr. Masuda had been in Kenya for the majority of the dig at Lake Turkana. The project had already been digging for weeks without any kind of reward as of yet. The signs had begun to show that the weather would soon be turning for the worst and that the dig would thusly have to be canceled. But Dr. Masuda and the other collaborators for the dig weren't just ready yet to throw in the towel on the dig. So on one of the final days of the proposed dig schedule that their long wait would soon pay off.
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Snack Time
I was always a little envious of them. Or as I'm quite ashamed to say”I was quite jealous of them. Jealousy is something I had tried to evade my entire life. It was one of the things that my parents had emphasized since about time I was in preschool. However. I was still jealous of them. Jealous of their ability to act. Jealous of their ability to don another self with ease. Even jealous of their ability to express themselves. I wasn't able to do any of these things. I had shared the same love of the theater that they did. Though I couldn't share that same love in the same way. This is probably why they had let me do their technical work for them. They allowed me to be their shadow. Do the work the work they couldn't do the work they couldn't do. I had become the unsung hero of the theater.
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