sparkle
kyla
glitter
and
grind
011107
...
Sonya
A
plethora
of
plastic
beaded bracelets arranged haphazardly
in
the
light
...
020904
...
pilgrim
The
light
of
curiosity
in
your
eyes
.
020904
...
jinx
What
else
needs
to
be
said
?
030223
...
DammitJanet
Mr. Sparkle
a
light
bulb
and
a
fish
head
030223
...
ovenbird
The
costume
ball
took
place
in
an
abandoned
warehouse.
I
dressed
as
a
sparkle.
This
involved
a
blue
rhinestone encrusted
dress
and
shimmery eyeshadow.
I
was
frequently
mistaken
for
Elsa
from
Frozen
,
but
I
made
sure
to
insist upon
my
vision
.
I
was
what
a
sparkle
would
be
if
it
was
human
sized
and
alive
.
I
was
not
multiple
sparkles
,
but
a
single
glint
of
light
.
One
sparkle
in
the
dark
.
The
dancing
didn’t
last
long
before
demonic
forces
decided
we
should
all
be
killed.
Demonic
forces
ruin
everything
.
I
was
busy
being
pulled
into
a
really
lovely
hug
offered
by
a
complete
stranger
when
the
rain
of
fire
started
.
I
wanted
to
do
more
hugging
.
I
had
no
desire
to
dodge
spears
made
out
of
flame
.
But
you
do
what
you
have
to
do
.
So
I
ran
.
I
ran
to
a
dark
corner
of
the
warehouse
and
pulled
open
a
heavy
wooden
door
.
I
found
myself
in
a
conference
room
with
some
tables
and
chairs
and
a
couch
set
underneath
a
window
that
made
up
the
entire
back
wall
.
I
looked
out
the
window
which
gave
me
a
view
of
the
North Shore
mountains
.
They
were
on
fire
.
Not
only
were
they
on
fire
but
a
three
hundred
foot
tall
demon
made
of
smouldering
embers
was
rising
angrily
from
the
conflagration
.
I
think
he
was
a
demon
.
Maybe
he
was
a
god
.
Who
can
tell
the
difference
? Demons
and
gods
have
more
in
common
than
they
care
to
admit
,
like
a
hunger
for
vengeance
and
a
tendency
to
smite
people
.
The
god
of
fire
(
or
whoever
he
was
) seemed
big
on
smiting.
He
was
throwing
his
fire
spears
at
anything
that
moved
and
though
his
aim
was
terrible
the
sheer
volume
of
fire
was
doing
a
decent
job
of
wiping
people
out
.
I
rolled
onto
the
floor
beneath
the
couch
and
closed
my
eyes
.
I
didn’t
die
.
When
the
god
got
tired
of
burning
people
alive
and
the
mountain
was
just
a
mountain
again
,
I
came
out
from
under
the
couch
and
resumed
being
a
sparkle.
What
else
was
I
going
to
do
?
Every
day
finds
a
new
way
to
teach
you
what
hell
is
.
You
can
let
the
flames
flash
off
every
mirrored
part
of
you
or
you
can
burn
.
It
’s
up
to
you
.
I
chose
to
be
a
sparkle.
251222
what's it to you?
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go
blather
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