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01/23/2020 11:08 PM 

002.

 littleton, colorado and with that, fate was set in stone. Eric said his goodbyes to his friends the night before, despite protest, his family was set on moving to Colorado, the state his parents had originated from before moving for Wayne's military duties. Deep within his young soul, Eric knew it was a mistake, something awful was to take place, chaos would overtake the Harris' lives but he couldn't just be blunt and say he had a bad feeling, they'd chalk it up to him being nervous about going to a new school, they'd tell him to act more like his brother who seemed unbothered by the entire thing. So, Eric chose to stay silent.The car was cramped, filled with their personal belongings that they could fit in the sedan, while a good friend of Eric's father drove the moving van behind them. New York to Colorado, it was certain to be a long trip. From the back seat, the young boy turned to look back at the town he had grown fond of. Summer was ending, you could feel it in the air, the leaves just barely beginning to fall, a light breeze whistling through the crack of the window before it even began to move. He pressed a slender finger against the window, drawing random invisible shapes as he wondered if he'd ever see his best friends again. There was hope, but somehow Eric knew he wouldn't.   Twenty-something long hours later, Eric woke up to the sun once again shining, his neck had a bad ache from lying awkwardly against the window, his eyes struggled to adjust to the sun that blared down on the family. Eric noticed his mom was now driving and his father was snoring in the passenger seat, while his brother sat looking out at Colorado with his headphones placed on his head. Eric watched as joggers paced by on the sidewalk, this place was cookiecutter, neat - clean. But there was a darkness illuminated over everything, one that only Eric could see. That sense of darkness grew as they drove past Columbine High, Eric felt nauseous looking at the giant block of a school, it was still a few years before Eric would be walking into those halls, but it still filled him with dread, much like how he had felt a few months prior when his friends found that decaying fox.The moment they pulled into the driveway of their new home, Eric rushed out of the car, barely giving a mumble to his parents, didn't even give the house a look over. He was going to vomit. Without a second to spare, Eric's arms were wrapped around an unfamiliar toilet, leaning his head into the bowl while clear liquid spilled out from his mouth, coating the once clean porcelain. Kathy, his mother was just seconds behind him, kneeling down next to her son as she placed a comforting hand on his back, rubbing in circular motions - which Eric had always hated, it made him feel sicker, but he wouldn't protest his mother's attempts to comfort him. "Oh, honey. It'll be fine, I know it's a change, but we'll get through it together." His mother smiled at the young boy. "You'll love it here, I promise." She leaned to press a kiss to his forehead before leaving him, heading to find a towel to clean his face off. Eric stepped out of the bathroom, glancing around this unfamiliar setting. He hoped he'd rid himself of these feelings, that he'd find friends and join the soccer team - graduate and eventually have a get together with his childhood friends. But it was silly to think so far into the future, especially when the future would be cut short. (c) eric harris // template credit

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01/23/2020 10:34 PM 

CONNECTIONS

DESIRED CONNECTIONS(I want to mention that every single connection I desire is related to Monroe's bio, either related to her past or present. So if you haven't read my profile yet, you won't exactly understand the meaning and back story behind these connections.)- Best Friend- Enemy (can be multiple people coming with this type of connection)- Business Partner (can also be more than one person)- Client (I accept multiple connections of this kind, it basically revolves around Monroe creating clothes and merch designs. It usually works well with famous people.)- Mentor/Mother figure (must look considerably older than Monroe)- Alcoholic mother (must also look older)

Gusion

01/31/2020 04:11 PM 

Kill RP Billie Volume 4

Sometimes people just have to know they can slime their way onto what is someone else's. Just due to the fact that is the only way. They even know they have any worth. Always the mistress but never the bride. It truly is a site to be pitied. The real question that remains. Is what is their true motive? Is it attention? Is it just for kicks? Or do they live for that climax when a showdown occurs?  And no matter which it is. That is one of those questions that only they can answer. If they ever truly even taken the time. To just gaze in their own reflection and ask themselves that question. Gus just sits back and yawns. He already had enough to deal with today. But as that old saying goes. When it rains it pours. So he decided to amuse this cunt one last time." Sorry that I called you a nasty fat skank. Truth be told. I have seen way worse. I actually give you about 6.8. But on the inside, I give you about 2.5. Cause you are one nasty twat. Who has to know every damn detail about who she is writing with. I mean come one. Why not just get lost in the story and enjoy it?"After listening to her bitch for about twenty minutes. On how she was tired of not knowing who was who.  As if she had some right to know everyone's personal lives.  Gus just snapped his fingers and throws hellfire on her. " You damn asshat," He said as he then stood there watching her burn. As he took some time to think about how this ordeal between the two of them spiralled out of control. Even he was not able to make sense of it all. She drove him to the point he would never go on discord again. Just due to once he had.  The two of them writing together quickly came to end. And it was always him having to listen to her bitch about Kyle, Justin, Jason and Randy. As her ashes started to float off into the air. He just let out a long sigh. Thinking about how nice it was. To no longer have to deal with her. Every damn night. And just hoped she did not start stalking him.  And maybe just take a page out his own book. And clone him and find someone to fill the part. That always works wonders. If you just can not seem to let go of another. Now he found himself wishing Susan was still around. Just so the two of them could dry hump the other in her ashes. But would this be the last hewould see of her going after his connections? Who can tell? But if not more volumes to come. 

coder.

01/23/2020 03:23 PM 

.docx files - connections

ConnectionsThese are connections forged through agreements with between me and their writers. Hit me up if you want to have a connection between my character and yours!Name here"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum."Name here"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum."Name here"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum."

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01/23/2020 01:47 PM 

Drabbles

LITERAL DEFINITION: A drabble is a short work of fiction of around one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.WRITER'S DEFINITION: A short story written during a lull in storyline activity or out of pure boredom and may consist of more than one thousand words in length.NOTE FROM THE WRITER: Any and all drabbles written by me for my character are purely works of fiction. Any images and/or graphics displayed within these drabbles are STOCK images and/or custom made by me to aid in the storytelling process. These drabbles may be viewed as potential storyline ideas. Any such ideas should be discussed with me, the writer, before any actions are taken to initiate a storyline based upon one or more of these drabbles. Please do not copy, steal or rewrite my drabbles and claim them as yours.




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