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Evil Things Never ChangeEverything was blurry for a moment, as two drained eyes opened, a low groan emitting from her throat. A distinc throbbing sensation pounded in the back of her skull and all of her limbs hurt. She couldn't think of a place on her body that wasn't sore or aching.
As things slowly started to clear, she recognized she was on a cement floor. The room looked familiar, as the brunettes eyes fluttered open. She was currently curled in the middle of the floor, a black coat wrapped around her.
Lifting her head, she realized she was alone. Alone for once. It was just her, the sickeningly familiar coat and the floor. However, she knew better than to actually think it was just her and herself. He was always around, hiding somewhere. She was never truly alone.
Ever since that fateful night she had been abducted. How she managed to weasel a deal out of the monster, she still wasn't quite sure, however, he had made the agreement terms quite clear whenever he could. He seemed to like to rub just how de
One Little Flower - Prt 2Never had a girl been more terrified of a dream than that very night. Of course, such a naive girl, having never dealt with a slender before, she had no clue of the side effects. The odd illnesses, the memory loss, the nightmares. She had never experienced something so horrifying. And yet it came from such a simple dream.
She was just sitting at a local coffee bar, enjoy a rather sweet latte. Of course she had never really been a coffee person, she had to say the lattes here really hit the spot. She was wrapped in a warm sweater and a pair of black jeans. The latte helped to warm her frozen fingertips.
As she took sips, people would come and go but a certain man stood out from the rest. What was more terrifying was the fact no one seemed to take interest. This milk white man wearing all black, no face whatsoever and tentacles uncoiling and recoiling. This wasn't an average person. It was some terrifying thing.
However, he seemed to be so casual. He was sitting with a plate of sugary tr
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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