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08/04/2023 04:11 PM  I fell for it... “I fell for it.” “Once again it happened to me. I fell for the scam, the gimmick. I told myself I would never trust another in this life or beyond ever again. Apparently I didn't listen to myself and instead like a tweaker; I would do anything to feel that rush again. It was my fault, it has always been my fault. I accept my demons and play spades with them. I've turned into a card counter, where I already know what is coming up next. Right? I have fallen for it... how could I be so dumb? So... blind? Was there something more that I was missing? Something behind the scenes; or in fact, was it just but a dream within a dream.” Heavy lids struggle to lift. Lashes long and glued from supposed waterproof mascara and combined tears from when she had fallen asleep. There, she lay in fetal position on a mattress upon the floor of her bedroom. Blankets were kicked off onto a already messy floor. Covered in clothes, shoes, trash, random things, and drug paraphernalia. Finally, she found herself staring at one little region of the carpet that was clean of debris and only consisted of a light-beam that was peeking in from a hole in the blinds of the window. Curled up, her left thumb rested snug against her lower chapped-lip. She seemed to be lost in some sort of trance as her gaze held steadily hooked to the area of light. She needed it, to step out of the darkness. Though, she kept still, frozen; and watched it from a distance as a tear fell from the outer corner of her eye. That was what she had always done. Watched from afar. Afraid... a coward to admit to herself that she wasn't as strong as she seemed. That even thee all and powerful V... could be caught slipping.   0 Comments

03/29/2021 08:23 PM  nonsense I'm getting bad again... It's happening, I can't stop it from overpowering me... I never can. When it happens, it completely takes over me and I am a slave to its demands. This sorrow riding upon my back; it clings to me and I get a shiver up the backside of my neck. Tiny hairs stand and my shoulders tense, I feel as though I can't breathe as its filthy mitts now slowly tighten around my neck; this noose - is strangling me and forcing tears to river down my pale cheeks; in distress. It won't get off of me, it has me as its prisoner and I will be forced to use the shank. I am under attack, there is a war in my head, in my heart, and I am being stabbed repeatedly in the back. It's not my friend but whispers little lies into my emotional ears. I plead; please go away, leave me alone, let me be. I don't like who I am when you are here with me. 0 Comments

03/16/2021 09:40 PM  long gone. I was caught off guard, wasn't expecting it; never in a million years. The questioning; the anger that showed when the truth was told but all that was heard were lies. A side I had never seen before, heartbreak upon his face; his emotional mask was worn. Forceful voice raised with his demand for information. He wanted to know everything about... us – twin fists balled with intimidation. I said nothing that he wanted to hear, only what was real. The truth hurts sometimes and he refused to accept what he was hearing. What he felt was in fact imaginary, booze would make sure he won't remember any of it tomorrow, but I will. That moment he made contact and I turned my back on it all, on him. “Don't touch me.” I scream as branches reached to touch me again, but I am gone... ignoring his apologies, slamming the door... long gone. 0 Comments

03/13/2021 11:27 PM  sibling study Veronica and Jared Blackwood I... I am lucky to have a brother like you. I didn't realize it when we were kids but I am certain of it now. You had your hands tied behind your back, and you were forced into a dark place that I knew perfectly well where it would lead you. Though I didn't care then, I didn't think. I couldn't even speak. I was selfish and I know that now.  I miss you, oh so much. I remember the times you took care of me when we were kids. I was such an angry mess and you still showed me, love.  Something mom and Felix never showed either of us. We were in the same boat but you were stronger. I never stopped to think about how you felt, what was going on inside your head, and did you need help. You needed help too.  Mom is gone, you didn't come to the funeral. I thought you would have, but I know why you didn't and I don't blame you. Do you hate me? I hate myself. For many reasons but you are one. I hate all the trouble I caused you when we were growing up, I hate that I wasn't there for you at all even though you fought the monster off of me; yet I still only thought of myself. I want you to know that I do care, I do love you and I am so sorry that I wasn't there, in mind and body, heart. What can I do to make it up to you my brother? What can I say?  I love you, I miss you, please forgive me, Jared, for everything that I have done? If you can find it in your heart, I'm here. 0 Comments

03/08/2021 12:51 PM  gone away Kneels to the earth, hands fold and rest upon her lap. The wind is light upon pale cheeks as sorrow rests with her on this day. Veins of rust and a heart of stone, though tears fall instantly all on their own. Upon the soil above as she is so below. Hands unfold and drop to her sides to feel... to feel the blades of newly grown grasses between her slender digits. Tugs and pulls. A moment of silence as she stares at a small tombstone. Luna Meredith Blackwood Loving daughter, mother, wife, and friend. Blank expression, those words were lies. Glossy orbs fixed to the ground with anger and pain in her heart. Grass pulled from the dirt and squeezed into her fists. Memories flood her thoughts of her childhood days. Even in death, she continues to deceive. “Hah...” bursts aloud with a deep inhale following, chucking the pulled-up grass and dirt directly at the gravestone. Veronica shook her head gently, dark hues focused on the ground. A storm was brewing overhead, grey rain clouds seemed to follow her around. She hadn’t been back to her grave since the burial but she had something she wanted to say. “Why? That is all I have ever wanted to know, mom. Why didn’t you love us? Why didn’t you care? Why would you abandon us and just leave us there? Why didn’t you try? Why didn’t you help? Why did you love him over us?” Questions go unanswered but she felt better by asking. She had so much more to say, to yell and scream. To rage. So... so much pain. She was jealous, that her mother was gone and didn’t ever have to feel this way. Didn’t have to remember a damn thing, didn’t have to live this way. Swallowing hard, nasal passages clogging as she cried in mourning, Veronica slowly got up - on her feet. “I love you anyway.” she whispered, backing up as she tugged a hood over her head and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket, shielding her from the rain. Gone away. 0 Comments

03/06/2021 02:14 PM  bold muse - pick n' choose wind or rain | closed curtains or open window | bumblebees or butterflies | banana bread or cheesecake | tulips or roses | lemon & honey or apple & cinnamon | hillside cottage or city apartment | warm or cold | book or video game | organized bullet journal or cluttered sketchbook | smoothie or milkshake | sunshine or moonlight | relaxing or productivity | holding hands or back hugs | sunset at the beach or stargazing in a field | poetry or prose | candle or diffuser | longing for the past or longing for the future | vocals or instrumentals | snowy mountain or rolling green hills | coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | Egyptian mythology or Greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | macaroons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | London or Paris | Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade party or cocktail party 0 Comments

03/05/2021 09:28 PM  cs. how do you plead? guilty/innocent veronica raven blackwood RULE 1. You can only say guilty or innocent.   RULE 2. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks.   1. Asked someone to marry you? innocent 2. Kissed one of your friends? guilty 3. Danced on a table in a bar? guilty 4. Ever told a lie? guilty 5. Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? guilty 6. Ever kissed someone of the same sex? guilty 7. Kissed a picture? innocent 8. Slept in until 5 pm?  guilty 9. Fallen asleep at work/school? guilty 10. Held a snake? guilty 11. Been suspended from school? guilty 12. Worked at a fast-food chain/restaurant? innocent 13. Stolen something? guilty   14. Been fired from a job? guilty 15. Done something you regret? guilty 16. Purposely abandoned someone? innocent   17. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? innocent 18. Kissed in the rain? guilty 19. Sat on a rooftop? guilty 20. Kissed someone you shouldn’t? guilty 21. Sang in the shower? guilty   22. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? innocent 23. Shaved your head? innocent 24. Slept naked? guilty 25. Had a boxing membership? innocent 26. Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? innocent 27. Been in a band? guilty 28. Shot a gun? guilty 29. Donated blood? innocent 30. Eaten ghost peppers? innocent 31. Eaten cheesecake? guilty 32. Still love someone you shouldn’t? innocent   33. Have/had a tattoo? guilty 34. Liked someone, but will never tell who? innocent 35. Been too honest? innocent   36. Ruined a surprise? guilty 37. Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can’t walk afterward? innocent   38. Erased someone on your friends' list? guilty 39. Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? guilty 40. Joined a pageant? innocent 41. Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? guilty 42. Still, have communication w/ your ex? guilty 43. Cheated on someone? innocent 44. Got totally drunk one night and you have an important meeting tomorrow morning? innocent   45. A total stranger treated you by paying your fare? innocent 46. Got totally angry that you cried so hard? guilty 47. Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? guilty 48. Thought about suicide? guilty 49. Thought about murder? guilty 50. How about mass murder? guilty 51. Rode in a stranger’s vehicle? guilty     52. Stalked someone? guilty 53. Had a girlfriend/boyfriend? guilty 54. Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? guilty 55. Did the walk of shame? innocent   56. Poisoned someone / been poisoned? guilty 57. Been a sugar baby / have a sugar daddy (or sugar mama)? innocent 58. Been in a relationship with two or more people at the same time? innocent   59. Had plastic surgery? innocent 60. Participated in a threesome/orgy? guilty   0 Comments

03/04/2021 12:22 PM  tbt: pookie n' v parts 1-3 you son of a bitch Veronica's apartment. Time: 1300 The sound of Rambo and Layla howling woke Veronica from a deep slumber. She had just been out all night into the early morning. Dealing with a job from Vince that she had no choice but to finish before she could sleep. She was completely worn out and rolled onto her side, groaning, yelling at her dogs. “Hush!” she managed to get out, her lids slowly opening to a blurry white wall. It was light outside now and Veronica had lost track of time. “what the f*** is it?” she asked aloud, rubbing her eyes with her fists as she rolled onto her back once more. Sitting up, she slowly crawled out of bed. Itching her backside as she shuffled out into the living room. The dogs were on something fierce, barking loudly and jumping about. “Calm it down, what is it?” she asked and both of them led her to the front door. With a furrowed brow Veronica thought this behavior was odd for them so she carefully walked up to the front door to her apartment. Squinting one eye so she could look out of the peephole. She couldn't make out what was in her front yard. Curious as a kitten, she tried to quiet down her loyal companions as she peeked out of the blinds of the window. There, three cars were parked, dark tinted windows – no activity. “what was this all about?” she thought to herself and backed away from the window. Who knew who that could be. Veronica had a reputation and it could even be the police. She had no idea but whomever it was her dogs did not want them there. She felt the vibe and guided them back to her bedroom where she closed the door and began to hide some open paraphernalia. While getting into her black skinny jeans there was a knock at the door and a holler. “Aye, V.” Her orbs were huge as she realized who it was. Pookie, and the last time they saw each other Veronica chopped off one of his fingers. But it was only business, nothing personal. He was still her boy, at least she thought. But, he sure didn't sound happy. - “Oh sh*t!” she whispered and hurried up getting dressed in a black hoodie and boots. She grabbed her backpack that sat at the foot of her bed and threw it onto her back. And without even thinking she was gone out of the back door. Hopping a six-foot privacy fence and running off down an alley. Edward would be stupid to enter her place with her dogs there but she couldn't risk it. Veronica didn't need to worry about their safety, they could certainly take care of themselves. Several blocks away, Veronica started to walk so she could catch her breath. The phone in her pocket began to buzz and ring. She reached for it and it was him, calling her. He knew she was there and was now on foot somewhere. For some reason, she decided to answer. “Yeah?!” she answered with delay. “Ah, V... what's up, it's your boy Pook. I need to see you. No bullsh*t, no hard feelings about before, I promise mane.” he said and Veronica sensed nervousness in his voice. He was lying and she could tell. “What do you need?” she asked as she stood there in the middle of an empty alley. Just then he hung up on her and she heard a noise from behind. Turning around, she was suddenly hit in the face with a pipe and it knocked her to her back instantly. Veronica coughed and turned onto her side, her hands covering her nose as blood began to river from her nostrils. Crimson tongue, she swallowed tasting it, and spit out onto the street in which she laid. Within a moment's time she was being kicked and punched from all directions, it must have been at least ten of them all knocking the wind from her and beating her in her head. Immediate headache and her vision turned to a blur, she felt nauseous, pain, and ribs were surely broken. Coming close to unconsciousness, Veronica curled up in a fetal position, her own blood pooling and getting into her hair. It seemed like forever but it only lasted a few minutes before they scattered like roaches and were gone. She laid there still and silent, a cough of blood here and there. Her nose was surely broken and most likely a few ribs, a concussion, and some loose teeth. Her phone started to ring once again as it laid upon the gravel next to her face. Her eyes crept open and she reached to tap the answer on the screen. “Now we are even.” said Edward - he was serious. Veronica just smiled with a mouth full of bloody teeth and hung up on him. Already plotting revenge in her head, if he thought it was over he is sadly mistaken. Simple revenge Abandoned warehouse Time: 0300 hrs “Would you guys hurry this up I have people to kill and things to see?!” muttered Veronica as she stood near an exit door of a run-down warehouse. With a clipboard in hand, she was jotting things down with a pen and paper. Captains Log: Vincent is going bat sh*t waiting for us to finish this cleanup. Mikey and Frankie are idiots, and Frank brought his girlfriend Mary to the job...again. A scribble here, a dot dot dot there, and she was finished. Soon looking up from the clipboard and over to the two guys scrubbing up a bloody mess. It wasn't Veronica's job to make sure things were cleaned up, she was only to make sure it got done on time. That meant by any means necessary, and to Veronica that could be a number of things that those two goofs wouldn't be happy with. Walking over to the scene, Veronica stopped just close enough to be standing over the body of a woman. Beaten to death so badly she was almost unrecognizable. Her face was a mangled puzzle, blood, broken bones, and flesh. Teeth that peeked through and were not in the correct places. Upon a dirty mattress, she laid there in her own feces and filth. The smell was of rotting meat in a refrigerator that was left outside in the sun. Veronica stood over the lady, deep in thought. She wondered what had the woman done to find herself there. She was more than likely a good person for all she knew but got herself in a bit of a hiccup. The view was boring, Veronica had seen it one too many times already working for Vince. She was constantly being called to babysit the boys, or to carry out some unspeakable act that nobody else would take. These videos, that masked men would make. A kidnapped victim in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Snatched up just to be the star of a sick and twisted broadcast, in front of a camera, the fans are watching... paying good money. The dark web was truly a disgusting place, but if not for situations such as this sh*t show, Veronica wouldn't have the job and wouldn't be getting paid, which is what she cared about. The lady meant nothing to her, they didn't know each other and Veronica had no feelings for her other than a curiousness of how she got there. Frankie and Mikey finally finished and wrapped the body in black trash bags. Mary stood by watching just as Veronica was but Mary hadn't lifted a finger to help the process. “Did your nails get messed up Mary? Any blood on your dress?” Veronica said with sarcasm. “Um, no... why?” Mary returned and Veronica just shook her head. “Of course not 'cause you did nothing... like every time you come with Frank. You are useless and get in the way” she spoke louder, getting annoyed. “Well, you can take it up with Vince.” she replied and Veronica scrunched her nose at her and rolled her eyes. She really disliked Mary but dealt with her because Frankie was a friend. She gets on her nerves and tests Veronica often, knowing she will behave herself; especially around Vincent. Later, Veronica arrived home and as soon as she came through the door she was in revenge mode again. Two days passed since Edward had Veronica jumped in an alley and even though he said they were even, she had other plans. It didn't matter anymore that Pookie was her best friend Tyler's cousin. She was not going to let it go. It wasn't her to do so, and he knew that perfectly well. He must be looking over his shoulder and watching his back everywhere that he goes. Veronica was good at being sneaky, she could use her newfound abilities and easily have him crying for his mama. But, she felt that wasn't playing fair, that wasn't the game. Pookie was going to pay for what he had done to her and now that she was healing mostly and had her plan in place, there was no stopping her. Quickly Veronica showered the stench of the night off of herself. She used a non-fragrance shampoo and soap. This was something she would do so she could not be smelled so easily. A cleansing then dressed in all black from head to toe. Her hair tied up in a tight bun, a mask pulled over her head. She concealed several weapons and then checked the clock. Giving herself only an hour to complete the task she had given herself. Straight out the back, quiet, silent feet as she took off on foot towards Edwards place. At this time she knew he would be there, awake or not he would know she was not done with him. Arriving sometime later, Veronica tiptoed around the side of his apartment. She could see the light from the television flashing through the living room window. Checking her surroundings, she crouched down with her back against the foundation. Under the window, she carefully moved to the side and slid up the wall until she could see through a space in the blinds. There he was, sitting on the couch, all alone playing a video game. Veronica smiled deviously and got back down, practically crawling to the backyard of his place. She knew the layout of his home pretty well having been there numerous times in fact he is stupid to think she wouldn't be coming for him. Peeling back the screen from his bedroom window, Veronica pulled out a knife to hack the lock. She was then inside his room without noise. Not even a sound from the blinds she was liquid in her movements. One step in and she looked down to the left, a woman was in his bed asleep. “Sh*t!” she thought to herself, not expecting to see a naked lady laying there. Veronica made sure to be extra quiet now and with one foot after the other, she slowly walked out of the room. Up against the hallway wall, she was patient. Down to all fours, she went rather fast across the carpet to behind the couch in which he sat. Pulling a gun from her boot, it just as ready to go as she was. Behind him, placed the barrel to his right side temple. “Boo pook!” she whispered into his ear and he froze, dropping the game controller in his lap. “Uh... V. Wha... what are you doing?” he asked with a tremble in his voice, his hands rising in the air with caution. “Oh ya know me... you're my boy and all but hey... can't let what you had done to me go so easily.” she said with a hint of insanity bursting at the seams. “Okay, okay wait? Can we work this out? Come on mane, we grew up together.” he squeaked at the end of his statement. “I don't give a f*** and you already know.” she spits as she spoke, pressing the gun harder against his head. “I'm sorry.” he replied, shaking in fear. She could tell he was actually scared that she would kill him; - he would have deserved it in her book. “You think that I am going to kill you?” she asked, softly running the tip of her tongue up the back of his ear. The hairs upon his arms standing at attention. “Please, don't kill me.” he said loudly and Veronica stood up and walked around the couch to face him. He looked up at her with furrowed brows and her dark orbs glanced to the hallway that led to the bedroom. “Who's the chic in your bed Pookie?” she questioned with her weapon drawn on him. “Just some random... why?” he asked in return and she shrugged. “I'm nosy.” she joked and pointed the gun down, pulling the trigger and shooting him in the right kneecap. “Ahhhh... f***!” Edward cried out and grabbed above his exploded knee. “Even yet?” she asked, smiling just as the woman from the bedroom came running out in a silk robe. “Oh my god!” the lady yelled and Veronica turned the gun on her and shot. One time, hit her in the upper right chest. The woman fell to the hallway floor and Veronica brought her attention back to Edward that was screaming, crying, and rolling about on his couch. “I hate you V.” he managed and Veronica smiled brightly. “Good.” she replied, put the gun away, and then was back out of the bedroom window, screen put back in place in no time. Cops – Pookie knew better than to call the cops and in his neighborhood, nobody cared enough to call them to the sounds of gunshots in the night. Luckily, he managed to get himself and his girl for the evening some medical attention, again, her name was never mentioned. Captains Log: There are ten minutes left to the hour I gave myself to complete my goal. Pookie learned a lesson. I am hungry and want a burger. Sleep... oh yeah, sleep. Loyalty runs thin Veronica's apartment - Compton 1400 hrs Upon her front porch, Veronica rested in an old blue and white lawn-chair. With her acoustic in her hands, she hummed and strummed with a fag dangling from her chapped lips. It was cold out but it bothered her none, she had drugs in her system and her blood felt as if it were boiling. High as a kite flying wildly on its own. She could barely keep her eyes open, things were happily a blur. With a growing grin the smoke fell from her pout onto the ground and would eventually burn itself out; Veronica hadn't even noticed it was gone. She felt really good and rather preferred getting high by herself. Sometimes with others around, they can kill the vibe and waste her high. That would aggravate her to no end and only cause problems in her head. Her dogs were singing along as she played a sad little song, her voice barely audible as she made lyrics up as she went along. Looking down at the ground she noticed two feet step up. It caught her attention and she stopped playing the guitar and looked up to see. “Hey V.” said Pookie, standing there on crutches and a knee immobilizer from when she shot him in the knee. Slurring her speech just a tad she decided she'd speak to him again, it had been some time now. “What you doing here?” she asked, placing her guitar down next to her and lighting up another cigarette. “Got any weed?” he asked in reply and she tilted her head, giving him a look with duck lips and sucked teeth. “How much do you need?” she questioned and he shook his head. “No, I mean to smoke with me.” Edward said, leaning against the foundation of her apartment. “Hell no.” she said with a laugh and a puff from her smoke, then flicking it away. “I'll sell you some, but we aren't on that level anymore Pook.” she was sobering up already by his presence alone. “Come on, I said I was sorry. Look at my f***ing leg. I never said your name. Thought we were gonna drop this?” he asked a sincerity to his tone. Veronica didn't say anything for a moment and looked him over, thinking about if he deserved another chance. She did know him since they were kids, he was her best friend's cousin. He knows a lot of her secrets and could give her up at any time and he hasn't. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and stood up, stepping inside her front door and inviting him in. “Alright, c'mon.” she said softly and walked into the living room and to the couch to roll them one. “Close the door?” she asked and as he got himself through with his crutches he kicked it closed. Once inside her dogs were all over him. Sniffing and licking and happy to see him, it brought a smile to her buds. She was glad to have him back in her good graces. It's hard to find long-term loyal friends and after all that they have been through, she knows he and her will be friends till the end. 0 Comments

03/02/2021 03:23 PM  potato salad: part one tw. Fourteen years old - Brooklyn, New York 1600 hrs The young girl sits alone, far from everyone that is celebrating in the streets. Upon the stoop she has sat all morning, her arms wrapped tightly around her bruised and scraped knees, tear-filled doe-eyes; one swollen shut and darkened a purplish-red hue. Her back was turned to the commotion that she didn’t want anything to do with. Streaming tears leave trails through the dirt upon her cheeks. Her nose begins to drip, she wipes it upon her long sleeve. Fabric that hides more scars and bruisings, black and blue, colorful - painful creations.  “Veronica, what’s wrong? What has happened?” he asks with urgency and a certain concern in his voice. Crouching down, the young man placed his hand upon her back. With a flinch she turned her head to look up at him, ashamed of what he was to see. “Tyler, don’t do anything.” the beaten girl insisted. It would be pointless, nothing would come of it but further abuse and torment. “I will kill him V, just say the words.” he returned with a look of disgust distorted all over his face. Motion blur - she couldn’t see very well out of just one eye. It darted all around from left to right, up and down, trying to force the blur away. She felt nauseous, vomit able to come up from her stomach and coat the steps at any moment. Head trauma, her head bounced off a wall a few good times; perhaps a small concussion. “No...” she muttered the word, her head then hung in embarrassment.  Anger... the rage in him caused his chest to puff out as he stood up. Violence and trouble on his mind. His sight fixed forward, just as his cousin Pookie came sprinting up to his side. “What’s up cuz? Why we over here instead of at the BBQ?” he grinned while holding a Tupperware of potato salad, stuffing his mouth with a plastic fork in hand. “The f***, why so glum?” he went on and Tyler motioned to Veronica that continued to hug herself closely. “Oh sh*t.” he noticed and instantly kneeled down before her. “Let me see?” he whispered, passing his food container to Tyler. “No Edward, just leave it alone.” she whispered and he turned his attention back to his cousin. Standing up and pulling him aside, a few feet away from Veronica. “We have to do something this time.” spoken with all seriousness. “I know, but she doesn’t want us to.” Tyler shrugged his shoulders, knowing they really shouldn’t get in the middle of her family and home life. However, she would do anything for them, they were best friends. “Come to the cookout V?” requested Pookie and him and Tyler both stepped up, offering a hand to help her up. “No way.” she said without any hesitation, there was no way she was going to go party and eat, allowing everyone to gawk at her and ask her what happened. She didn’t want to deal with any of it. With a sigh, Tyler backed off and pulled his cousin along. “Leave her be, we got something to do anyway.” he then sat the container of potato salad and fork down next to Veronica and he and Edward turned to walk away. “Wait... what do you have to do?” she yelled as they got further away; ignoring her question.  Suspicious. Veronica wearing a frown glanced down at the Tupperware, licking her chapped lips as her mouth began to salivate. Picking it up, she scooped a big bite of potato salad into her mouth. Hadn’t eaten in days - suffering from hunger pains. 0 Comments

03/01/2021 11:35 PM  Don't be afraid. did. chanel simona wn - did. chanel simona She came to me in the middle of the night. I was asleep in the comforts of my bed. Fresh linens were just recently dressed. Beneath thick coverings, the warmth was stolen and I began to shiver in the cold. I reached to pull the comforter up over my head, but it was not there. No sheet, no blankets; bare legs met the air of the darkness. The room was lit with a small Himalayan salt rock lamp, casting a soft glow but rather dim. I finally open my heavy lids to find the blankets and sheets on the floor. I must have kicked them off during my dreams. But no, there she was... in the corner of my bedroom. Crouched down with her arms wrapped around her knees, she was staring right at me. I swallow hard and climb out of bed, slowly and cautiously approaching her. “Hello, don’t be afraid.” I said to her gently, assuring there was no harm for her here. The girl is naked and filthy, cuts and bruises cover her body and she has lost all color to her flesh. She wants... needs help. “I am Chanel, I can help you.” I tell her with sincerity. The girl tilted her head, a questionable expression wrote her features. Her mouth then dropped open, incredibly loud deafening screams rang out from her black hole. Orbs of the dead glaring at me as I back away, my hands covering my ears to save my hearing. “Ahhh...” I yell and close my eyes, falling to curl into a ball upon the floor of my room until all goes silent until all goes dark until all goes away. I am not afraid. art by: Elena Sai  0 Comments

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