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It Comes with a PriceAt first nothing happened. Nobody responded to Addam's call and neither twin felt compelled to move or speak. Just as Curtis was about to ask Addam if the thing was even on her senses were assailed by the arrival of a new mutant.
From behind her a popping noise was heard, followed quickly by a dark cloud of smoke. As it stung at Curtis' eyes and filled her nose with the smell of sulfur large hands grabbed her arms at the elbow joints, tugging her back off balance.
"Hey!" She coughed. "No hands!" Addam was trying to say something but Curtis was already initiating her escape steps she'd learned in combat lessons.
She leaned forward and then pushed back sharply, swinging her legs out and parall with the ground before slamming them down, her heels driving into the upper parts of the ankles of her captor.
"Wed'ma!" A voice rasped behind her, and Curtis lifted her right foot to attack again.
"Amanda don't!" Addam snapped, and his twin froze. She stared at him in a bewildered fashion as he fi
Curtis Writing PromptWriting Prompt 101
Basic Information is key to the first vital step
Name: Amanda 'Curtis' Lanes.
Gender: Female. (F to M Transgender)
Race: Human / Mutant.
Profession: Student / X-man.
Description - gives you the Picture
Body Type: Slim, muscled.
Eye Color: Dark blue.
Eye Type: Large, round.
Hair Color: Black.
Hair Type: Thin and straight.
Skin Color: Caucasian.
Skin Type: Rough.
Strengths: Singing, athletics, cheering people up, acrobatics, keeping up with current events.
Weakness/Flaw: Swimming, annoyingly hyperactive, unable to share her problems with others.
Character Preferences gossip and 'getting to know you's
Favorite Food: Cereal, Apples and Pears.
Least Favorite Food: Eggplants and Asparagus.
Hobbies: Sing, dance, bike, play soccer, socialize, watch the
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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