On Our OwnI woke up to a not-so-pleasant sound: my alarm. Signaling the dawn, my phone blared music at me. Groaning, I shoved a hand out from the haven of blankets and flipped open my phone. Fumbling with the buttons, I endured nearly a minute of blinding light and a looping clip of “Light My Candle” from the musical RENT. Haha, Light. Ironic. Really. Still groaning and now being entertained by the lovely fire works playing on the ceiling of my apartment, I rolled over and preceded to go back to sleep till I was shaken gently by a hand I knew well. I cracked open a lid to observe the gorgeous face of my boyfriend. Name: Atticus Macy. Age: 18. Hometown:On Our Own
Life Saver Part 1 - FoundTom ran, the rain beating a tempo on the top of his head. “Tatiana..”It whispered to him, over and over. “Tatiana, Tatiana, Tatiana..” He whispered it back breathlessly as he struggled to see through the unrelenting deluge.Life Saver Part 1 - Found
Tatiana’s body arched painfully, her back lifting free of the rushing water of the stream. She shivered violently, sobs wracking her body. Tears flew, mingling with the rain and stream water. She whimpered, struggling to form words in a mouth now numb and full of icy liquid. With a wet sigh, she gave up, and just screamed. High and long, piercing through the heart to one’s very soul. It was chilling, bone-shat
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Imagination is the queen of darkness; night the season of her despotism. -James Kirke Paulding
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