Early this morning, shortly after eating and receiving his insulin shot along with some newly-prescribed heart medication, my dog, Cody, passed away in my arms from what appears to have been a heart attack. I was able to revive him for a final few seconds with CPR, and felt him give his last breaths before going still.

The vet told us that he still had almost a year to live once the medicine started taking effect. But I guess we were either too late, or his body decided to give out anyway.

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Zoey groaned. How many more times was she going to wake up like this? Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the bright light around them.

…Wait. Light.

“Lisa?” she turned her head, opening an eye. Her voice was still hoarse from the screaming.

No Lisa.

Zoey shot up with a heave, propping herself up with an arm against the grass beneath her.

Grass?

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“Alright, everything’s fine. Everything’s just fine. We totally didn’t get swallowed up by some all-consuming bubble just now! Nothing terrible or crazy has happened, and everything is just. Fine. Just…”

Lisa’s quiet muttering jolted Zoey from her daze. She blinked, looking down at her hands.

No blood.

That was the weirdest daydream ever. Like, ever ever.

“Lisa?” Zoey hopped off her stool, kneeling down beside her babysitter. “Is something wrong?”

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guess what

a friend and i beat out the bots and snagged account ID 666,666

expect fics to go up there from said friend... soon™

should i...

1. post What If 2 on the same day What If was published (January 5th)
2. post What If 2 on a carefully-selected day using a matching numerical story ID that would be funny

option 1 means that what if 2 is just a little over a month away
option 2 means that what if 2 might be a whole freakin' year and 5 months away (thinking may 5th 2025 because that's a lotta fives)

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Thunk.

The floor creaked beneath her feet. Distant, metallic screeches echoed through her skull, almost drowning out her muted humming. Her small fingers tightened around the fragile glass of the cup she held, unwilling to let it come shattering to the floor. A dim corridor terminated her path ahead—three doors. Faint voices echoed from behind the one to her left.

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don'tcha love it when you get smacked in the face with a cold right at the beginning of the month?

anyways i wrote 50,000 words for NaNoWriMo and the fic i'm writing isn't particularly done yet.

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