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Feelings 2Ashley stared at the figure he saw before him.
It was a man, an Eighteen year old actually. He had long tangled black hair that reached to his shoulders, he was skinny, and had creamy white skin that almost glowed. His eyes were a stunning blue, but what was most unique about him was that he had long elegant, black feathery wings that were as tall as him, he was holding a old book, flipping through the tattered pages. The liquid eyeliner that he was wearing, was running. His red lipstick was smeared. All that he wore was a white bloody towel around his slim waist.
Ashley froze in absolute terror as the winged boy felt Ashley's presence, and looked at him, his stunning blue eyes pierced through Ashley, studying him intently. It almost seemed like those blue eyes were searching his soul. He felt extremely vulnerable as he felt the temperature of the room dropped. Ashley shivered slightly as the icy cold wrapped around him like a blanket. He stared directly into thos
Feelings 1"Ashley...Please tell me what's wrong!" A girl's frantic voice buzzed through the cellphone.
"No Sandra." Ashley Purdy cried into the phone. He didn't want her to find out. If she did, it would ruin him. Sandra was Ashley's best friend, but he could never tell her the truth behind his fake smile that he would always wear around her.
Sandra took a long pause before sighing, soon after that, the line went dead.
Sandra had hung up on him.
Ashley Purdy sobbed into his pillow in the darkness as he lay on his bed. Ashley's thighs and arms stung as fresh cuts covered them, blood slowly seeped through the white bed sheets. He cut a little too deep this time. He didn't want Sandra knowing the truth, he didn't want to drive his only friend away. Ashley Purdy starved himself everyday and every night, for the past three years. Ashley was Sixteen now, his Seventeenth birthday was in two weeks. Not that anyone cared but Sandra anyways. His parents had left him, and so did his past friends just becau
Feelings 4Ashley was crying for the third time this night.
He didn't know why he was sobbing into his pillow once again,he didn't know why he would cry over a stranger asking him what the cuts on his arms were. He wailed into his pillow in frustration as he sat on the floor. Ashley bit the end of his pillow and growled.
Ashley wanted to find out more about this fallen angel who broke into his fucking house, wait, he's probably just a teenager with fucking strap on wings, he's not a fallen angel. Angels don't exist, and neither do fallen angels.
Ashley's tears were soon replaced by anger. He wanted Andy to leave - but yet...he didn't...It was complicated. Ashley had mixed feelings about Andy. Maybe Andy could be good company? Ashley thought long and hard.
Would Lucy like Andy? She wasn't very nice sometimes... Ashley remembered the day when Sandra met Lucy. Sandra tried to gently pick up a sleeping Lucy from under the couch, only to be bitten and scratched on the arm. But Lucy was a ni
Strength In Numbers - BridecestJinxx groaned, the full effects of his hangover hitting him like a punch in the gut, as his gray eyes fluttered open. He could feel sweat and dry, cracked warpaint clinging to him, and he felt dirty, and far too hot.
His head was pounding, but as a rockstar Jinxx was used to the feeling. Sitting up, he felt the thin white sheet that had covered him fall down his small torso, revealing his bare chest. Jinxx usually slept naked, so this didn't worry him, however, after struggling to think through his aching skull, he realised that he didn't know where he was.
As he shifted, a pain began to make itself known in his lower back. Jinxx clenched his teeth and grunted softly, bringing his hand down to rub the small of his back.
What had happened the night before, Jinxx didn't know. His thoughts were hazy, and his brain felt like mush, as though it had been chewed on and spat out. Blinking, Jinxx tried to open his eyes further, rubbing away the sleep from them.
Jinxx slowly began to
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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