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a gentle soul with a southern twang. can be tracked
down by following the sound of a sad harmonica
tune carried on the wind. has tired, droopy eyes,
even for her young age. kind of dense. avoids cur
se words like the plague- would rather say "leap
ing lizards!" than any explicative.xxx 50 words.
a gentle soul with a southern twang. can be tracked
down by following the sound of a sad harmonica
tune carried on the wind. has tired, droopy eyes,
even for her young age. kind of dense. avoids cur
se words like the plague- would rather say "leap
ing lizards!" than any explicative.xxx 50 words.
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× cold weather
× her dad
× the farm
× being cooped up
× her dad
× the farm
× being cooped up
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✓ wildflowers
✓ the farm cats
✓ lazy sundays
✓ girls
✓ the farm cats
✓ lazy sundays
✓ girls
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all stella really does is tend to the farm, gets frustrated with the dumb chickens,
plays harmonica and guitar, and wishes she was anywhere besides the lousy
farm. after telling her father that she wanted to go to uni for theatre, she
was a lesbian, and that their stupid ranch was a waste of time, he literally
packed up and left her with the property when she turned nineteen. even
still, she's not over when he left; she experiences a lot of grief and anger
towards her father. nevertheless, with him gone, she can live her own, slow-
paced life. a few of her other hobbies include lazying around in her orchard,
collecting old, vintage bottle caps, and online shopping for flannels. she owns
tons already, but with no one else at the farm, she has no self-control. peep
her wearing a flannel and cuffed jeans to her wedding, probably. xxxxxxxx 149 words.
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"follow me."
stella's hair was a mess, but her heart beating at a thousand miles per hour was
reallythe focal point of her attention. after an intense game of kickball at their
tiny country school, the young kal & her best friend had snuck behind the
building. stellhad no idea what her pal had in store for her.
"stell," her friend muttered. "i have a question."
the blonde tilted her head. "yea? ask away." her heart was still scurrying about-
almost like a possum! good comparison, you country girl, you.
her friend was blushing- her cheeks were bright. they looked hot to the touch,
like a branding iron right off the flame.
"my momma asks me if i like any boys," her friend began, pausing with a
nervous shuffle of her feet. "but what if i like... girls?" she paused again,
noticing stella's confusion. "can i try something, stell?" the other kal
nodded, still a bit lost, but her face was just as bright as her friend's
when the other leaned in for a smooch.
and as her heart beat even faster than before, she realized two things. one: "i
like girls." two: "poppa can't know about this." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx short story: 200 words.
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stella lives a simple life: maintain the farm, whistle a couple tunes while
doing it, and think about how darn much she despises the farm as she does it.
her father decided that she would take over, to her disdain. she's adjusted,
though. mostof her time is spent working outdoors, day after day; she tends
to get restless when she's idle. her 100-year-old farmhouse has random vases
of wildflowers almost every-where. the rocking chair on her front porch gets
much use from afternoon naps. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx likes/dislikes: 100 words.
plays harmonica and guitar, and wishes she was anywhere besides the lousy
farm. after telling her father that she wanted to go to uni for theatre, she
was a lesbian, and that their stupid ranch was a waste of time, he literally
packed up and left her with the property when she turned nineteen. even
still, she's not over when he left; she experiences a lot of grief and anger
towards her father. nevertheless, with him gone, she can live her own, slow-
paced life. a few of her other hobbies include lazying around in her orchard,
collecting old, vintage bottle caps, and online shopping for flannels. she owns
tons already, but with no one else at the farm, she has no self-control. peep
her wearing a flannel and cuffed jeans to her wedding, probably. xxxxxxxx 149 words.
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"follow me."
stella's hair was a mess, but her heart beating at a thousand miles per hour was
reallythe focal point of her attention. after an intense game of kickball at their
tiny country school, the young kal & her best friend had snuck behind the
building. stellhad no idea what her pal had in store for her.
"stell," her friend muttered. "i have a question."
the blonde tilted her head. "yea? ask away." her heart was still scurrying about-
almost like a possum! good comparison, you country girl, you.
her friend was blushing- her cheeks were bright. they looked hot to the touch,
like a branding iron right off the flame.
"my momma asks me if i like any boys," her friend began, pausing with a
nervous shuffle of her feet. "but what if i like... girls?" she paused again,
noticing stella's confusion. "can i try something, stell?" the other kal
nodded, still a bit lost, but her face was just as bright as her friend's
when the other leaned in for a smooch.
and as her heart beat even faster than before, she realized two things. one: "i
like girls." two: "poppa can't know about this." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx short story: 200 words.
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stella lives a simple life: maintain the farm, whistle a couple tunes while
doing it, and think about how darn much she despises the farm as she does it.
her father decided that she would take over, to her disdain. she's adjusted,
though. mostof her time is spent working outdoors, day after day; she tends
to get restless when she's idle. her 100-year-old farmhouse has random vases
of wildflowers almost every-where. the rocking chair on her front porch gets
much use from afternoon naps. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx likes/dislikes: 100 words.