Eclectic Tendencies_Polaroids of You_The Script_Limits and the Force of Blood
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Eclectic Tendencies
The itch is overwhelming, The moon is calling me home. To feel the pull of the moon is natural, for humans are made almost entirely of water and the moon is responsible for the tides. All witches know that during the times of a full moon, ocean creatures have interesting habits and routines. Perhaps we learned from them, perhaps the other way around. Either way, the end result is the same; beings gather at the sight of a full moon. The pull increased now by the thinning of the ethereal/ean veil causes cauldrons to stir and bubble. The gathering of covens, witches of all nature comes to its he...
Polaroids of You
Why they rushed you to the hospital was anybody's guess. You were dead on arrival, you heard the EMTs say as much as you looked over your body. You were in a car accident, and you hadn't been wearing your seatbelt. Why hadn't you just worn your seatbelt, dammit? Then your body wouldn't have been launched through the windshield at mach speed when you accidentally swerved headfirst into the signpost. Then your parents' car wouldn't be wrecked and you wouldn't be, well, dead. The EMTs loaded your body into the ambulance, unaware that you were watching them, that you were still here in some form ...
The Script
“Mary Waverly! Supper’s ready!” My 5’1” blue eyed, platinum blonde-haired mother was standing at the bottom of the stairs with her apron on, every hair miraculously held in its place behind her pastel pink ribbon of a headband. Somehow, after making homemade macaroni and cheese, sweet potato casserole, and sweet corn bread, her linen pants were spotless, and her pink button down was free of wrinkles or food stains. I shook my head at the memory of her attempts to teach me how to cook like her. Flashbacks of her reprimands played in my mind as I inched my way down our carpeted stairs, my socks ...
Limits and the Force of Blood
He had no sooner entered the arena, when he caught sight of Smart smiling at him from the VIP section above the roaring crowd. Everything had been perfect since he woke up that morning. But not anymore, as everything seem to feel wrong. The quirky smile that gave away at the edge of Smart's lips was something he had seen before, and it definitely wasn't something good.The last time Cosmos saw that smile, he lost his best friend to the cold handwww.onedoor.ccs of death, and he can sense that ambience hovering over him again.As he walked towards the ring, his heart sank with fear and anxiety. He made his way ...