Beneficiary_Dream Killer_A Step In Time_Just a Little Chemistry
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The fact that I couldn't escape was enough to drive me mad. Living with it day in and day out. Night after night, I had to survive my thoughts. Pray my way between twilights. I just wanted to escape...To leave it all behind like you did. In the deepest hour of the night, shadows filled my vision. It woke me in a way I’d never experienced. As I've done in the past, I pulled on my boots and jacket and headed out the front door. My breath clouded as the warmth around me was breached by late autumn air. As alone and cold as I felt, the crispness of the air was strangely comforting. Lamp p...
Dream Killer
He comes to me every night. When my eyes close, he’s there. But he’s there when they open too. Wherever I go, he follows. No one else sees him, but I do. And I can’t unsee him. Can’t unsee his eyes. Dark grey. Like death. Almost two black holes. Sucking away at anything and everything around them. Drawing you in. Keeping you locked on a path towards them. No pulling out. You’re gone the second you look into them. When you first see them, you know.Know nothing will be the sawww.onedoor.ccme. Ever. Again. Death will be forever on your mind. Lurking in your thoughts. Slithering around your neck, like a noose e...
A Step In Time
It was the afternoon of March 7th, and Chris Copperstone had just finished his yard work at his quaint little suburban home, and he decided to invite some friends over for a barbecue. Chris was a bit of a socialite, well known in various social circles as a Twenty-eight year old bachelor. The people who he had invited today, were some of his friends from the neighbourhood. Over the next hour, the people started arriving. There were Jack and Christy Evertone, Kelly and Harold Madison along with their daughter Lucy, and George Benson, the long-time best friend of Chris along with his newest girl...
Just a Little Chemistry
“So I heard that you sell the stuff,” Moxxie asked after taking a seat with the goth girl, Gina.“I sell lots of stuff. You’re going to have to be more specific.” She barely glanced an eye over as she continued to sketch in her notebook. From what Moxxie could tell, it was some weird demon girl with a bloody mouth and a human head in her hands. Creepy, but very well drawn.“You know, the stuff that makes sleep feel like twenty years all in one night.” Gina spared him a single glance before returning to her drawing.“What makes you think I have that.”“James, from your Chemistry class, got it from ...