R.E.M_The Good in the Badlands_such a pretty flower_Last Valentine's Day Part Two
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R.E.M
Rem sat patiently in the waiting room on the hard folding chair, thinking only about what was going to happen next.“Number 71,” a voice echoed over the loudspeakers on all walls of the room. “Number 71, your services are needed through the yellow door.”Looking down at the index card given to her not so long ago, Rem recognized the large 71 printed on each side. Her eyes surveyed the room, which now seemed much larger than it had originally, and found a yellow door to her left.She stood and made her way down a row of chairs identical to the one she had been sitting on. Some were occupied by ot...
The Good in the Badlands
**This story contains violence and briefly speaks of suicide**The fire glowed from the windows of the weathered wooden shack that nestled in the center of Breakers Canyon, only feet from the Missouri river that carved its way through Deep Valley, Montana. The rock face rose up on either side of the valley, speckled with shrubs and trees that thrived in the dusty dryness. Black tailed Prairie dogs scurried to their burrows as the moonlight caressed the nooks and crannies of the Montana badlands. The Henry Ranch homestead was a three bedroom shack, it was framed by two large horse rails that at ...
such a pretty flower
Content Warning: Non-consensual kissing-----did i tell you about him he's mine yes he has to be mine he's all mine yes because i love him and that makes him mine yes all mine yes i told him he was mine because that's how it is and how it will be yes and he said no but i said yes and that means he's mine all mine and he said he had a girlfriend or maybe he didn't i wasn't really listening but he said something that wasn't yes and i just couldn't take it no couldn't take it you know what i mean i just couldn’t take it i wanted to tie him up at take him home with me if i could ha could you imagin...
Last Valentine's Day Part Two
Two weeks have passed, since Jack murdered Kathy, and to drown out this memory, he was drinking himself into oblivion. “Pour me another one, Moe. I’m celebrating.” It was a lie, but Jack was the only one who knew this. Paranoia had a way of eating at you, and Jack was no exception. Though everyone was convinced Kathy drove off with a secret lover, Jack was constantly looking behind his back. What if someone discovered the body? At the time he committed the crime, he felt confident all his bases were covered. No motive,www.onedoor.cc no body, and no witnesses. But now, the blizzard that had covered his tra...