That Which Nourishes Me… (A Psychobilly Romance)_Developed Conspiracy_the shadow men_Ensuing Fortu
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That Which Nourishes Me… (A Psychobilly Romance)
NOTE: This story contains a scene where a body literally hits a floor.PsychoBillieJean was a real rock-n-roller with a chip, a good head, and a tattoo on her shoulder. The tattoo read, "Quod me nutrit, me destruit." Whatever made her feel good--or just feel--she'd do it. She put a lid on her past because she couldn't unscrew it. When she found a good fit, she immediately threw it, and when she wanted to fight, everybody knew it. Her brimstone eyes stared their way through Hell's souls. I needed her; she needled me--her moan, a pandemonious cacophonous wail in my veins, a spiked shot that felt...
Developed Conspiracy
“She sure is a beauty,” Tuck Emberson said, his hands running along the gleaming red hood, “a ‘63 you say?”“Yep.” I replied, “Ever since I was eighteen I always wanted to own a 1963 Impala, just took 30 years to get one.”Tuck jumped back in, “She is a real good looking car, how does she run?”“She doesn’t. The lady I bought her from said the car has been sitting in her detached garage since late 1963,” I tell Tuck. “She said it belonged to her brother and he went missing around Thanksgiving of that year.”“I can’t believe you stumbled across this,” Tuck laughed, “Jimmy, you always had the best ...
the shadow men
The sky is bright, it has to be. Whenever the ball of flame falls under the mountains an arsenal of bright lamps switch on, if they don’t… The shadow people have been tormenting us long before I was born but not infinitely, nothing goes infinitely. The reason behind our infinite day is that since we refused shelter to a witch when she was being burnt by the sun on she cursed us by ensuring we have to keep the light on and would suffer the pain of the sun, always. Wherever the smallest patch of darkness touches the shadow people will gather, we’ve had to demolish all of our buildings and crawl...
Ensuing Fortune
Ensuing FortuneHere we were at PPF (past, present, future) revelations. Okay, it was basically just another fortune teller’s parlor. Why and how did we end up here, you ask? Well...It was our night out. There are four of us. We’re all nurses, working at the same hospital. Once a month we enjoy one evening of freedom from our husbands, kids, responsibilities. We meet at a designated restaurant or diner, have a meal prepared by someone other than us, then whatwww.onedoor.ccever stirs our interest will be next on the agenda.I’m Freida. I’m middle-aged, blonde, not ugly, married, with two children, one dog, two...