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Classes started back up for me and with work and other daily responsibilities, I'm going to be unable to dedicate time for Idol. I'll be dropping out this week. I wish you all luck, and I'll do my best to keep reading and voting.

Thanks to everyone who read and commented on my entries all these weeks!
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It started with a single choice, back when Benecio closed his eyes, made a wish on birthday candles, and decided he didn't want to spend his day off at home. The choice sparkled before his eyes like the stars in the sky shine on dark nights, faint twinkling points that burned themselves onto the back of his eyelids. Even now, when he closes his eyes against his burning world, he can still see those candles and taste that chocolate cake with its raspberry filling.
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I used to wonder who I'd be if I had a different mother, if like the Mixteco river, I too would know how to wash away the debris that inevitably finds its way into the waters of my life. I wonder if I'd survive like that river has survived the most egregious of human behavior.

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Life is pretty full at the moment, but I will make the time.
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Things have been very difficult these past few months. Honestly, things have been difficult since mid-2020. My family and I have been hit with bad news after bad news and currently we're in the middle of prayers for my aunt who passed away earlier this year. Idol has always been fun and participating is always a nice reprieve, but things are really complicated at the moment and I will have to bow out.

Good luck to everyone and I hope to see you all in the next round.
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The church is silent save for the kneeling people at the front, that quiet murmuring from the mouths of the faithful. Belinda can hear the clicking of Tia Cata's heel against the linoleum as they make their way down the left side of the benches. There, on the side away from the crucifixes and the saints, Belinda can see into the vestibule at the front, the dark tiles and the clean counters that hold the communion wine. The priest will be in the back towards the left, in that little hallway that connects the vestibule to the room that holds the saints that only come out near Christmas.
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Benecio's soul mark said, "duck, you absolute asshole," until Tory shot him straight through the shoulder and it scarred over.

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There is a room in my brain that I cannot enter.

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From now all of the fics I write will be posted at my new community [livejournal.com profile] drownwith_me . All fics here will remain unlocked and available, so you do not need to add me as a friend to read them.

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I don't remember if my grandmother ever laughed.

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Hello and thank you for taking the time to make something for me. I enjoy fic and art both and I'm very easy to please. I can guarantee that I will love anything you create so long as it avoids my DNWs. I understand this exchange is writing 10k in 2 weeks so I wanted to make sure that I provide both enough leeway for interpretation and specific prompts to hopefully help ease the process. But please don't feel the need to follow the prompts exactly. They are meant as inspiration.

Below you can find general likes/dislikes/DNWs and fandom and pairing specific prompts. I'm open to any rating and would enjoy a gen fic as much as I would enjoy a shippy, rated E fic.

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Thank you so much dear Creator for taking a look at my letter. I appreciate all your effort and time and I promise I am easily pleased. As long as it's not something in my dislikes/DNWs, I will be happy. I love podfic, art, fanvids, fic. You can see below for general likes and dislikes and fandom specific prompts.

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Helllo! First of all, thank you to the person who is working on something for me. I am very excited to be part of this exchange and I hope you have fun creating something. I have added general likes and more specific prompts under each fandom, but please don't feel constrained by any of the prompts. I am fine with anything as long as it's not anything in my do not want list.
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I'm hanging to the edge of the world by the skin of my teeth.
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The main differences between Stratford Street and Manor Street are the number of streetlights.

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Abel lived in a single family home at the edge of Maple Street in Haverstraw. Her back windows looked out into a yellowing backyard, wilted grass, and fallen leaves littered across the stone path leading to the back door. Farther back, her home let out into a thicket of trees that blended into the forest behind her home. Her house was flanked by trees that formed an almost circular seal of protection against the rest of the world. Twenty feet high, the forest swallowed Abel in its embrace. A half-mile long dirt path was the only exit to the main road, and as an extra protection, twelve-foot tall hedges filled in for the fence that lay in splintered pieces on the front yard.
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There was a call from the distance that sounded like stillness, a moment codified in Luis's bones, and seared into his soul. Some familiarity in the overlapping accents, both from the North and South, that his heart deciphered long before he could understand what the people around him were saying. As though, the moment his feet hit the ground and the dry heat of Mexico welcomed him, he was home. Though his tongue got tied in the vowels and consonants, as he tried to reconcile two languages, Luis knew that the way he breathed easier, there, did not replace the sense of unease that he carried.

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