

Dead Splat Chapter 6Cynthia sobbed louder. She crawled slowly across the floor, her pretty blond following behind to gather dust and dirt. Blood was profusely pouring from the wound on her stomach, creating a trail that lead directly to her. She dragged herself to behind a newsstand on the sidewalk. She stifled her cries when she heard the screech again; the screech that had signaled her first attack. She cried loudly again. In her state of panic she tried to stand, but her abdominal pain caused her to double over in pain. She vomited and fell back onto the pavement.Dead Splat Chapter 6
Gurgling on her own bile and clutching on her stabbing injury, she felt


D.S. Chapter 5Man is too wicked to be allowed any help.D.S. Chapter 5
Move. The body twitched in response. Get up. It groaned. Get the FUCK UP. Trek finally stirred. He pushed with his arms until he was in an upright position, and managed to turn himself on his back. What a fucking embarrassment. All those years of training. And I get my ass handed to me. Twice. No more of this shit.
Trek stood up straight, his body filled with willpower. The situation must be assessed. He scanned deeper into his surroundings. The fires from earlier continued to burn, but w


PIGTAIL.INTRODUCTION.He shoved me against the wall. Hard. I felt my shoulder dislocate, but he showed me no mercy. He picked me up again, using both his hands to grasp tightly around my throat. I knew right then and there. I could die. Im not as immortal as I thought I was. Im only. A man. I bet your wishing you payed me that money after all, ARENT YOU MARCUS!!? At the height of his voice, he squeezed tighter around my larynx. I coughed inside my esophagus. I couldnt muster the strength to even cough. Let alone fight back. Im dead. Im dying. Im fading. I wont be missed. He screams.PIGTAIL.INTRODUCTION.

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" ABC, LSD, Gummy bears are chasing me, one is red, one is blue, OMG ones got my shoe"
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-I felt like i'm destroying something beautiful
-If anything goes wrong, Desmond Hume will be my Constant
-Smart men read between the lines
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Hello, Nice to meet you.
Goodbye.
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Hello, Nice to meet you.
Goodbye.
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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i am pondering
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