all_unwritten: Prompt 245

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@ 2008-05-05 12:36:00

Prompt 245
tradition

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	rapturesmusic 2008-05-05 06:38 pm UTC (link)
	To discard tradition is to erase identity. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	ninth_lady 2008-05-05 07:12 pm UTC (link)
	Definately something to think about! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	folksinger 2008-05-05 06:39 pm UTC (link)
	listening to shitty rock music as a teenager like nickelback ugh (Reply to this)

	just_discover 2008-05-05 06:40 pm UTC (link)
	So what if we break tradition? So what if we're not normal. Perfect. Define normality. We break tradition. And you're just jealous because you're afraid to do it yourself. (Reply to this)

Re #245

tygenco_x
2008-05-05 06:45 pm UTC (link)

Make them or break them, we all have one or five. Some take trips to certain cities at the same time every year, some people commemorate the day they moved somewhere new, some drink for hours on end, some sit happily on a couch with a photo album. We participate with others around us, out of friendship and wanting to learn and understand. We make plans about them, we live our lives around them, we count the days before and after. Traditions are what we make of them, much like our perceptions and beliefs. If it makes you happy then keep it up or make something new; in some ways the alternative is traditional, visa versa.

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lettheredrain
2008-05-05 06:48 pm UTC (link)

People were gathering overhead in a gigantic, shuffling mass. Their sneakers scuffed the pavement in an irritating whisper, like a vocal finger poking the most tender skin right as it drifted off to sleep. The littlest bugs dug deeper and the grumpiest ones rolled into balls and incorporated the tremors into their dreams. From what he could gather, it was tradition for these things that lived on the tarmac to congregate and feast, but it wasn't without a grimace that he hugged his thin arms around his ribs. Within the night they would talk at each other and move around seemingly endlessly, but by the morning he hoped they'd leave something behind for him.

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that_evening
2008-05-05 06:55 pm UTC (link)

I grew up with what I call "half traditions". We usually spent each Christmas together, with everyone sharing in cooking the Christmas family dinner, but it wasn't set in stone. Sometimes close family members chose to enjoy the holiday with their spouse's family or whent out of state to visit friends. When I marry, I want my tradition to stick. I may be seem like a nagging Mother when that happens, but I'll take the comments in order to feel like I finally have a family that loves being together.

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	amysarah 2008-05-05 06:59 pm UTC (link)
	I stand in the kitchen, one link in a long line of generations helping prepare the meals. The noises, smells and tastes never changing. I wonder if I will be the one to break out of this, then it hits me, my mother wondered the same, just like my grandma and possibly many before her. Maybe that is what we're really doing, dreaming our way out. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	tygenco_x 2008-05-05 07:48 pm UTC (link)
	All while holding a wooden spoon? (I know that I bought one when I moved out, because it didn't feel right not having one) (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	amysarah 2008-05-05 08:02 pm UTC (link)
	Nah I don't get to stir, I chop. Big sharp knives ftw!! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	tygenco_x 2008-05-05 08:14 pm UTC (link)
	Sounds groovy to me ;) (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	amysarah 2008-05-05 08:16 pm UTC (link)
	Tis indeed!!! (Reply to this)(Parent)

breaksinmusic
2008-05-05 07:00 pm UTC (link)

I’ll break tradition just as soon as I’ll break the sky. I’m just not of those people. Contrary to the nature of the majority of my peers, I like blending in with the crowd. I love the feeling of fading away. It comforts me. Following tradition is the antidote to standing out, my poison. Although, I suppose, just like with any medicine, there is such a thing as too much.

Perhaps I’ve overdosed on my conformity. Maybe, breaking free isn’t venomous. Maybe, bucking the system is more than just some tacky, adolescent rite of passage. Maybe, I’ve been wrong all these years. I wonder what’s out there, beyond this home of mine; it feels now more like confinement. I think I want to shatter the glass on all these windows.

Suppose I should cut myself in the process? I am curious as to just what kind of sensation crimson will rouse upon my usually patient pallor.

Suppose I should fight tradition. What will my ancestors say? What of the opinions of my mother? Of her mother? Of those of her mother? What are my dues as their collective daughter?

Forget tradition. I'm so tired of standing still.

I’m running away from you.

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fictionlives
2008-05-05 07:06 pm UTC (link)

Ollie and Ian were lying on his bed, wrapped in a mess of sheets and mumbling back and forth. She lightly dragged a finger over Ian's tan shoulder tracing the outline of his largest tattoo. "So, what's this one about?"
He smiled into the pillow, then turned to look at her. "It's a tradition on the reservation when you get your tribal name to do something to always remind you of it."
Ollie made a face, "So everyone gets tattoos?"
Ian smiled again and twirled a piece of her hair around his finger. "No, a lot of the boys do, but not everyone. My dad carved a feather into one of his favorite trees."
"What's his name?"
"Blackfeather."
"Hmm," She continued tracing the intricate pattern on his shoulder and laid her head onto the pillow. "What's your name?"
"FlyProud."
"Just a bunch of birds, eh?"
Ian laughed and shifted over to kiss her. "No, my mom's is just Blue and Nicky is Copper River Run."
Ollie raised both eyebrows. "That's a mouthful."
Ian wrapped a hand around her bare waist and pulled her beneath him as he laughed again. "Yeah, he doesn't put it on his business cards."

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	shaynnaloves 2008-05-06 12:19 am UTC (link)
	Oh wow... I loved this. It's beautiful! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fictionlives 2008-05-06 02:03 am UTC (link)
	Thank you! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	rapturesmusic 2008-05-07 05:29 pm UTC (link)
	That is so beautiful...romantic in the old sense, glorifying the traditions of another's society. Lovely. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fictionlives 2008-05-07 08:37 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks so much! (Reply to this)(Parent)

ninth_lady
2008-05-05 07:10 pm UTC (link)

Emails. Phone calls. Text messages. Dinner with wine. Sex in the front seat.

There were so many things that connected them despite distance, hurt, frustration, and numerous misunderstandings. Yes, there were fights, huge blows ups that caused both of them to rethink their 'thing' every time. Somehow, communication never actually ceased. Their 'private affair' never actually stopped.

If more than a few days passed, it was guaranteed someone would give and restart the rhythm that had been set in motion years ago.

Sometimes the flow would change and they would switch places, or the conversation would flow freely. Yet the consistency of one to talk and one to listen continued.

It was a huge dirty little secret, except it was only a secret to them. One would deny speaking and the other would deny listening. All reminiscent of the times when one would deny the sex and the other would deny the feelings. Some would call it a pretty little bundle of white lies and soft denials, but in reality, it was a huge mess of destroyed feelings, rushed sex, and deliberate memory misplacement.

The years made the mess bigger until the yarn began to unravel in seperate therapists' offices on opposite sides of the world. Finally the tradition was broken and they were both forced to realize that tradition is no excuse to pretend the past does not matter.

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	asphyxiatedfool 2008-05-05 07:29 pm UTC (link)
	It's not so bad, you know? Of course, it's not perfect, either. Don't reject or accept tradition on principle, filter it to find which parts of it are right for you. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	tygenco_x 2008-05-05 07:47 pm UTC (link)
	Amen; I find that the same line of thought works for religion sometimes as well. Find the parts you know you can adhere to and go from there ;) (Reply to this)(Parent)

As promised. Legendary's backstory.

fray_joker
2008-05-05 07:35 pm UTC (link)

A man running. Short, middle aged and balding and almost uninteresting in every-way. It was his scars that denoted him as even remotely interesting. Marks that gave hint to what he was. A murderer pursued by a devil. Breaking out of the alleyway he found himself in a busied street. Slowing his pace he grasped at his chest, panting heavily.
"Who are you?" The whisper from behind him sent his heart beating faster. He was getting far too old for all this. There was no escaping. The script playing out in his mind several lines ahead of his lips.
"I am your father's murderer." He said in a horrified tone. Around him people took no notice. So far trapped in their own little worlds they couldn't see him.
"What penalty do you deserve?" Came the voice.
"Death." He answered in a dry tone.
"So why won't you die?" It was certainly a good question. Having survived every attempt on his life by this man, as well as several botched suicide attempts. Well there was simply no good reason for it. Save the answer the devil wanted to hear. It was a ritual by now. A tradition.
"Because I don't deserve to die. I deserve to suffer by your hand." The air was filled with screams of horror as the knife pierced the worlds of those around him, violently dragged out of their worlds into his own. Soon his own anguished cry joined them as the knife plunged into him three times. He collapsed, watching the pavement redden with his blood. Closing his eyes he prayed that this time would be the last. Just like every other time.

"You know why he doesn't die right?" He ignored the question.
"I'm talking to you." Now he stopped, turning to the person addressing him. A blond woman stood before him, dressed in a manner much like his own. A style of clothing that came off, often with the aid of a few accessories, as slightly eccentric no matter when or where it was worn.
"So the hunter's finally caught up? Or are you one of these interference fellows?" He hissed angrily.
"The latter. But you do know why he doesn't die?" He rolled his eyes.
"Something to do with the convergences. He hasn't played out his part in the timeline yet so the convergences correct me every time I make an attempt on his life. I do know how all this works. Who are you anyway?"
"Tsar Charisma. And you know nothing of how this works. Why else would they call you Legendary Atrocity? You're the tempusdeluder who actually manages to break the timeline. With a beast of your own creation no less." The name woke something up inside his mind. As though waking up to an existence that hadn't fully caught up with him. He heard the name and he knew it was his own.
"I don't understand you." Tsar held a scolding look on her face.
"Derek French. He is indeed protected the time line. And yet you've made twenty three attempts on his life. Do you know what that does to a man? He was supposed to be another brick in the proverbial wall. That unfortunate run in with your father was nothing more than that. An unfortunate run-in. According to the best possible outcome, he was to recognise a quieter lifestyle until his death." Legendary crossed his arms in front of himself.
"So, come to set things straight?" Tsar burst out laughing as though the idea was ridiculous.
"Can't. I'm trying to stop you from making things worse."
"How? I will be the man who kills him. It's all that matters to me." He turned to walk away.
"He has and will currently gift a total of 83 deaths that he himself couldn't have due to your actions. Upon this convergence he has already killed thirty four. Deaths scattered so absolutely because he's running from you that no policeman will piece it all together until at least thirty years after his death. That's why they call you Legendary Atrocity. You earned that name." He stopped.

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Re: As promised. Legendary's backstory.

fray_joker
2008-05-05 07:35 pm UTC (link)

"That's not supposed to happen." He stammered.
"Twenty three times. As I said. That does things to a man. It does things to the timeline." He gave an angry sigh.
"Alright I get it. I'll stop. But really, what do I have left if I don't have vengeance?" Tsar stepped forward, taking him by both hands.
"You don't know it yet either. But you have me." She leaned in to kiss him as the sound of distant sirens suddenly seemed closer. Taking a step back she sighed happily.
"Come look for me. I like to hang around the year 2163. May was especially beautiful that year. Luck to you." Convergence now upon them they both disappeared. Finding himself once again standing outside of time, Legendary considered the kiss. Perhaps it was a good trade off after all.

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	Re: As promised. Legendary's backstory. step6error 2008-05-06 04:38 am UTC (link)
	claps hands Joy, I checked this before I went to bed at - 11:30 at night! I like it, I like it. I'll definintely be reading it again in the morning when I'm more coherent... 5 hrs sleep + 5:30AM wakeup time + 17 hr work day = oh my sweet lawd I'm giddy with delirium. Thanks for writing this! :D Can't wait 'til morning when I can appreciate it better. (Reply to this)(Parent)

loonaetick
2008-05-05 07:44 pm UTC (link)

"To hell with tradition, I'm not going to be remembered like that." He slammed his fist on the table making the bottle of whiskey rattle. "You can all take that military tradition stuff and blow it out your ass." The house smelled of dog piss.
My mother had told me he served in Korea and Vietnam. A real patriot. A liuetenant colonel in the US Marines, and a problem drinker. He cussed like a sailor and a typical southern white male, a bigot. His drinking had given him dementia and his time in the marines had made him cold. He wasn't one of those grandparents you wanted to visit. He had been living in a home when his heart gave out.
He was a father, grandfather, war veteran, but no hero. Only two people attended his funeral. My mother, who had been dealing with his problems the past couple of years without the help of her three siblings, and his current wife who was not related to us. We respected his wishes, no military tradition. Now he's almost forgotten. Just a sad story shelved in the library of our lives.

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	rapturesmusic 2008-05-07 05:30 pm UTC (link)
	That sounds a lot like my grandfather. The old bastard's still alive, but I don't think anyone will go to his funeral when he goes. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Our Tradition fairislandwhit 2008-05-05 09:50 pm UTC (link)
	Our Tradition Flowers in spring Ice cream in summer Leaves in falll Hot cocoa in winter Sun dresses in spring Bathing suits in summer Scarves in fall Puffers in winter Rain showers in spring Fireworks in summer Stinging winds in fall Blizzards in winter Your love in spring Your passion in summer Your hate in fall You're gone in winter (Reply to this)

savannahjan
2008-05-05 10:02 pm UTC (link)

She saw holidays through mixed lenses of hope and dread. Friends at school gushed about things they always did for Christmas, Thanksgiving, Spring Break, Easter, or whatever holiday was approaching. She loved the though of celebrating. Of holiday meals and presents. But she only heard of these events from her friends. At her home was a tradition of indifference. One she was afraid would plant itself in her life, never allowing her to grow and begin a tradition of her own.

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skimming the edge of PG-13

goovery
2008-05-05 10:24 pm UTC (link)

"Chocolate on the stairwell at 3pm is a tradition here" said the girl with the crystal-blue eyes. As she brushed a lock of chestnut hair back from her eyes, a dusting of brown powder ran across her nose and hid between her freckles. I was shocked that she'd spoken directly to me. I wasn't the only mute, but the other girl, Hannah, had a tendency to bite those who tried to communicate with her. When I arrived last week, no one wanted to take any chances with me. But Ash was speaking directly to me, landing those shocking blue eyes on mine and seeing all the way through me. I shivered a bit before I could completely suppress the smile that quivered inside me. I wondered, later, if she knew that I'd noticed her. I figured she was so used to people watching her - and I am so accustomed to being invisible - that the idea that she even knew that I existed was almost more than I could bear.

Ash was supposed to be in the high security ward here, but she was both charismatic and - judging from her clothes - poor, so she somehow got to stay with the medium security girls. Hannah, the biter, had been in low security until she got to a nurse who nearly lost a finger, so they'd put me in medium until they could suss out any possibility of danger. Ash was supposed to be high security because she'd set fire to her home. Repeatedly. But she'd settled into chocolate on the stairwell and other such harmless pranks for over a year now, so I've heard.

Three nights after the chocolate on the stairwell exchange, I awoke in the middle of the night to strange shadows on the wall. The nurses were moving someone in to the bed next to mine during the night (so as not to cause any disruption in the regular schedule of things). I wasn't surprised that they didn't tell me ahead of time. People often assume that I can't hear, just because I don't talk. *Won't* talk. I know I'm fully capable. I just haven't had anything worth saying in ...well... a few years. When I realized who it was that they were moving, I was glad that no one could see my face in the dark. Ash's well-known sock monkey sat on the dresser between our beds and I smiled fully for the first time in weeks. But when she came in, escorted by Nurse Georgia, I intentionally had my back to all of them. I could still feel her eyes on my back, her curious gaze seeping under my covers and lying to rest with its paws gently nudging my tee shirt up.

Everything looked normal for a few days after that. I don't remember how many, because I only slept in fits and spurts, while Ash seemed utterly at peace wherever she lay her head. I'd wake up some mornings and find the sock monkey sitting on the dresser again, facing me directly. The first time that happened, I think she caught me blushing when I woke up to see it. I was so sure that she was asleep when I saw that she'd done it again, that I reached out and caressed the sock monkey's cheek. Maybe she wasn't entirely asleep, because the next night was when it started.

I had only just dozed off - finally - around 2am, when I softly heard my name. I rustled a bit, but hadn't opened my eyes when I felt her hand on my stomach, gently, under my tee shirt. Without realizing it, I moved toward her hand, arching my back just a bit to capture more of the warmth of her touch. I was still trying to shake the sleep from my head when I felt her lean into me. As her hand moved up, between my breasts, her lips touched mine just in time for my eyes to open and a moan to harbor in my throat. I could see the acknowledgment in her eyes - she knew I'd made a noise, she'd tasted it on her lips. But her eyes told me that my secret was safe with her. She pulled her hand away, flicked my lips with her tongue, and tiptoed back to her bed, leaving me in exquisite, explosive silence.

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	Re: skimming the edge of PG-13 ninth_lady 2008-05-05 10:28 pm UTC (link)
	Loved it. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: skimming the edge of PG-13 goovery 2008-05-05 11:41 pm UTC (link)
	thank you! (Reply to this)(Parent)

d_arte
2008-05-05 10:58 pm UTC (link)

There are things I miss about being a Catholic, at times. Not having to create my own traditions and rituals was a plus. I never realized, until I had children, how much I loved being part of a tradition, a long line of people with similar beliefs and shared stories.

The mythology that everyone professed to believe--even if they had individual silent explanations for the inconsistencies that occasioned doubt--was like a common language to speak, an In with The Club. Not only were we Catholics, but we were Italian American Catholics. And not just Italian American Catholics, but Sicilian Catholics in the U.S.A.

Obviously I find developing my own family's traditions as we go to be a meaningful endeavor. But sometimes, just sometimes, I dream of being able to take the well worn path and still be true to my heart.

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	goovery 2008-05-05 11:43 pm UTC (link)
	:) (Reply to this)(Parent)

	kick_back_80s 2008-05-06 12:09 am UTC (link)
	It was tradition to get thrown into the fountain on your birthday. Her parents had called it "stupid," but she thought that it was The Greatest Thing Ever. And so, on her birthday, her friends threw her in, and she was thrilled. (Reply to this)

shaynnaloves
2008-05-06 12:26 am UTC (link)

"Please mom!" Honor yelled and signed.

I shook my head, pushing the cart past the Coco Puffs and grabbing Cheerio's instead. Her fingers were reaching out, trying to grab at all the things I wouldn't let her have.

When we got to the checkout, I reached over and grabbed a Mounds bar, placing it on the end of the conveyor belt. She eyed it but said nothing.

After I loaded the groceries in the car and put her in her carseat, she signed, "Please eat?" I opened the candy bar and handed her half of it, which she gobbled up happily. I ate my half slowly as I pulled out of the parking lot.

It wasn't much, but it was our girl's out Wednesday afternoon tradition. Evan and Brecken were doing something equally simple, but it meant everything to all of us to have this time and these memories.

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	ninth_lady 2008-05-06 01:02 pm UTC (link)
	That was very sweet. =) (Reply to this)(Parent)

sonnehseratonin
2008-05-06 12:27 am UTC (link)

"Traditioooooooon! Tradition!" The strains of the popular song from Fiddler On the Roof was echoing through my iPod headphones. I was supposed to be learning the tune for my drama class, but for whatever reason, instead of Jews, I was getting images of Friday Nights with my best guy friend, Jonathon. Every Friday, we'd meet at Giovanni's, the local Italian restaurant that was a favorite, and order a large pepperoni, olive and salami pizza. We'd eat and drink soda and then go to the movies to see if we could find anything worth watching. 95% of the time, we didn't, but we always went. Always.

We'd always end up at the book store, though, late enough for our friends not to be there as we silently made our way to the manga section and we'd eagerly pick up whatever graphic novel we had been reading the week before. Our pride was important, really, so we never bought it. We weren't considered nerds. We'd stay there for an hour, maybe two, and then go and eat ice cream at the local Cold Stone. Then, we'd head to the mall as it was usually only eight.

We had such a good time. Every Friday. It was tradition.

Then, Jonathon dove in a too shallow area.

He drowned.

The only way I was able to make it through those dark days after his funeral was to go to Giovanni's every Friday night and order a small pepperoni, olive and salami pizza. I would go scope out the movies. 95% of the time, they sucked. Then, I would go to the book store and pick up that copy of D.Gray-Man I was reading the week before. I'd go and buy myself some ice cream, an hour or two later, then headed to the mall.

I was keeping myself alive by keeping the tradition alive.

Sighing, I hit the pause button on my iPod, turning it off. I needed to get ready.

I had a tradition to get ready for.

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	jesuslovesbono 2008-05-06 01:43 am UTC (link)
	that song came to my mind too. (Reply to this)(Parent)

jesuslovesbono
2008-05-06 01:55 am UTC (link)

Tradition--a trad, a dad, a cad...remaking and reinventing reinvention. It's a long way back to the beginning of this one...the 1950's! no, i kid. but you see there's traditional and there's pseudotraditional. Delve into your authentic. I was jealous at the synagog, kind of jealous anyways, the first time i went there, because here was this beautiful culture/religion that's...well...not mine? BUT my faith has Jewish roots, Jesus/Yeshua being a nice Jewish boy (yeah, cliche i know), so I half-abashedly reclaim it. Sometimes. Yeah, Judaism should be on my interests list if it isn't already. But exploring my own faith is rewarding too...its expressions across various ages and places...and its surprising (at first) connections with pagan religions.
I'm not saying Osiris *is* Jesus, but at times the resemblance is, i must say, uncanny. Orpheus, Mithras, Helios, Dionysus, Attis, Adonis, Tammuz...or should that be Ishtar? Add Inanna and maybe Persephone/Kore to that list. I do suspect that the perfect man is in touch with his feminine side...and it follows that a well-rounded woman is in touch with her masculine side...but...i think at this point in my life i would do well (and have in fact begun) to explore my femininity.

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shima_sama
2008-05-06 01:55 am UTC (link)

Whether or not she liked it or accepted it, there were a few ancient traditions in the palace she could never ignore.

Both of her older brothers abdicated before having the post of King for more than twenty-four hours. She assumed the role of Queen with the resignation of her widowed father. She regretted the decision immediately upon the discovery of one of the previously mentioned old traditions.

A Queen was never to sit at the head of the table, unless she was now the dowager, which she most certainly wasn't. So the place at the head of the palace table was left empty, as a constant reminder of what she hadn't yet.

A tradition that reminded her constantly of what she never wanted.

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lanyel
2008-05-06 02:07 am UTC (link)

" A knife fight, at 5am... you're saying, its tradition?"

'Yeah yeah, i read it in the handbook'

"What Handbook!!"

'You know... the....'

"Do i really want this so bad"

'You can always take the alternative, Castration!'

"Hmmm, i guess i'll get a good nights sleep and win a knife fight at 5am... its tradition"

'Cheers, and just in case you're down on your luck, here's a gun you can hide on you'

"In case?"

'Its to the death'

"To the DEATH!!!"

'its tradition'

"oij... tradition, who knew getting married to a princess would be so deadly?"

'It is a kingdom you are inheriting you know'

"Yeah, ... kindof why i'm here...."

'Is that tradition too?'

"No... i think that's just unwavering greed"

'Ahhh....'

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	cool_tre_cool 2008-05-06 04:30 am UTC (link)
	We all sang along as we watched, laughing and passing around a bag of popcorn. "Fiddler on the Roof"... It was a new addition to an old tradition. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	step6error 2008-05-06 04:40 am UTC (link)
	That song sprang straight to my mind when I read the prompt. XD (Reply to this)(Parent)

zeskittles
2008-05-07 02:49 pm UTC (link)

There are some traditions we just don't want to break.

Going to the baseball game with my dad, faithfully cheering on our team, even when they were getting trounced and all around us we saw the other teams colors.

Sitting around the kitchen table with my sister, dipping oreos in hot chocolate and making faces when we put them in our mouth, complaining that the coco made them soggy. Then we'd take another oreo and repeat the process.

Going out to breakfast at 6:30 in the morning on my birthday with my mom. She let me order anything off the menu, and she treated me like an adult, one day out of the year.

Having dinner with my family, once a week, every week. Laughing at our own dry Jewish humor and talking about the issues at hand, namely Politics and the shmuck my cousin was dating.

We stick to the traditions because they are what connect us, what keep us tied to each other. We stick to them because they are what make us feel whole.

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rapturesmusic
2008-05-07 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Driving around the city at Christmas to look at the lights.

Going to the zoo whenever Grandma and Granddad visited.

Watching the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, the Belmont, and the Breeder's Cup together, calling various relatives to handicap the races.

Weekly visits to the farm markets in Pickaway County.

These are the traditions we used to follow. When the family fell apart, so did they.

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	Trying to get rid of writer's block, lol. serdyuchkafan 2008-05-08 02:22 am UTC (link)
	"It's family tradition, Vera." Andrei said, sitting next to his beautiful fiancee. "Really? Getting drunk at every family get-together? Well, I think I'm gonna love being part of your family..." (Reply to this)

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