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An Old Photograph
I only have one picture of my life before coming to live with the Venatori. It was a picture my Nanny took with her old Polaroid camera. It’s yellowing, the corners are bent and the edges are a little singed from a mishap when I was only a few years older than I was in…
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Dear Diary
I do keep a diary of sorts. It’s not the type that you read but it’s still something I only let my therapist see. On rare occassion, I’ll let someone special take a peak.
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Diatribe
I will admit I had to look up the word to make sure it meant what I thought it did. I really don’t have anything to rant over. I mean there are many things I don’t agree with within the Venatori but I’m not exactly vehement about it.
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Who are you?
I’m a loud, obnoxious “kid” who has a problem killing monsters. I want people to think I’m not afraid of anything. That words don’t hurt and that my skin is thick and I’m invulnerable. But that’s sadly not the case.
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The Comment
There is always someone who has to make a comment. And really there is no comment about my person that someone can say that bothers me except one. “Oh, so you are gay?”
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Falling
I’ve told you about my first kiss and my ‘first love’. But really none of these mean anything in the greater picture of things. Dylan was nothing compared to the man I had a crush on freshman year of the Academy.
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Heros
Life in the Venatori is different than most realize, except for other Venatori of course. It’s like living in a story book world where the monsters and the heros all exist. As a kid growing up before really knowing what life as Venatori meant I idolized the stories I was told. But not the ones…
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My Parents
My parents were never around for me. My mother left me to the Venatori at the tender age of 5 and I didn’t know who my father was until I was 18 years old. But here’s the horrid tale of my parentage.
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My Best Friend
My best friend has been my best friend for nearly as long as I’ve been with the Venatori. I met Jason Hill when I was 5 year old. He was one of my roommates after the orange door. (A special room for firestarters that was fire proof and had special censors.)
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A Nightmare
I felt the bile rise up but I didn’t take my eyes from him as I stared in the eyes of a dragon or a demon or some great creature that saved me from the monster.
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First Love
I have never been in love. I’ve never had a relationship last long enough to ever get past lust. I don’t think I have any passions I would consider a love either.
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Describe Yourself
Ha! You ask a guy with an ego bigger than himself to talk about himself especially describe yourself and you are going to regret it.
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The First Moment
The glass conference room door open and soft footsteps move inside and then closed the door. A pair of shiny, black patent leather shoes crossed the section of floor I studied. They stopped a few feet away from me. My gaze followed the owner’s legs up. His black dress pants were pressed and starched to perfection.
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A Defining Moment
My first defining moment is the day I sparked. It was a scary day when I was a kid. It started out per usual. I was excited, my mom was coming home after having been out hunting monsters for a good bit.
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My First Kiss
There really isn’t much to tell about my first kiss. The resulting beating afterwards was far more memorable but it never really stopped me.
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David Bowie
It is a sad day when Rock Legends die. I’m too young to have followed the early years of David Bowie. But one of AJ’s beta readers said that he could see me liking David Bowie and Queen and the Glam Band era.
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Introduction
My name is Nox Sétanta. I’m a Libra. What’s your sign? Okay not really a line that works. But “Hey Duckling, wanna *ahem*” doesn’t work either.
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