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Fallen pt. 1He was curled up on the ground beneath one of the parks many bare trees, a light layer of snow covering his body form the impending storm. The silvery flakes frosted the ends his ebony hair, sticking out from beneath a black and red striped stocking hat pulled low over his eyes. He reeked of alcohol, I could smell it from where I was standing on the other side of the sidewalk. The poor thing's heart beat was slowing by the minute, the tiny clouds of vaporized breath gradually getting smaller as the shivers wracking his frame became less violent.
It was the same man that I had seen earlier today, walking through the park on the arm of some older man, just like he had the day before, and a few days before that. I had been sketching the few other people in the park with me. An elderly man bundled in so many layers of scarves that I could hardly see his face as he fed the few birds that stayed around for the winter months, a new couple playing in the snow with their young son, building a s
52. Too LateI woke up when I felt the mattress dip next to me, mind still foggy as I tried to figure out just what it was that was so warm next to me. I faintly felt the comforter moving around, sliding over my skin as the something lifted them up, letting in a gust of cold air before it snuggled in close to me. The chill was immediately replaced with radiating heat, the something fitting itself against me with a soft sigh.
I cracked an eye open, just enough to see through the dark and look down at the something that had made itself at home right against me in the way that only one person ever had. His head was resting on my arm, a hand finding mine as he wove his fingers with my own and pressed his back flush against my front, fitting even the curve of his bent legs along with mine.
"Silas," I murmured, leaning into his warmth and wrapping my other arm around his waist.
"Awake or sleep talking?" he asked softly.
"Awake now," I murmured, moving my head in close enough that I could nuzzle the back
7. AlleyIt's the second day straight of fog. Everywhere was choked in the soupy whiteness, so think that it was impossible to see more than half a block in any direction. It was almost like the town had been eaten by the strange weather, or we were floating on some cloud instead of being planted firmly on the Earth. Walking over the bridge to get home had honestly freaked me out too, the thick fog swallowing the water below and the sky above, leaving me in this strange eerie tunnel to nowhere. Once you got over the feeling of terror though, it was actually sort of cool.
But that's not really where I was trying to go with this.
In fact, it's just a little part of what I really wanted to write down because honestly, if I didn't finally get this down somewhere I would start thinking that it wasn't true myself, even though I'm living through it right now. I guess I'm just having a little trouble writing it out, considering that I was never really the writing type. It was a miracle that I even pass
Z-Day Pt.1"Shit," I gritted out, dragging myself back behind the dumpster as best I could. I could hear the groans of the few remaining undead getting closer as their shuffling steps approached. My trembling fingers loaded more bullets into my only chance of surviving this attack, desperately begging my fingers to steady themselves as the bullet slipped from them again. I frantically wiped my hand against my shirt, trying to clean the blood off my fingers so I could actually hold onto the bullets I needed. The burning feeling was making its way steadily up my left arm, almost worthless to me now as I slipped in the last bullet and pulled the useless limb in close to me.
The shuffling was so close now I could smell the decay wafting off the mangled bodies, peeking around the corner to see that I was right. There were five more of the disgusting creatures lumbering their way toward me, and two who had stopped to begin tearing into the freshly dead bodies on the street. I grimaced, bracing myself a
9. You and MeHe slid his arm around my waist again, pulling me close as I slid my hands into my pockets, glancing up at him and giving him a nervous smile. "Ya ready?" he asked, receiving a nod in return. He smiled, pulling me forward with him as we walked down the hall together, off to meet the woman who had given me this man.
I wondered if I would like her.
Well she was certainly Finn's mother.
The moment that I had walked into the room I could tell. She had his eyes, almost exactly the same shade, though they regarded me with suspicion the moment that I crossed her sight instead of the undying love I was so use to. Even though I had never so much as seen a picture of Finn's father I could tell that there had to be
23. Birthday"Happy birthday to yooou! Happy birthday to yooou!"
"Able," I sighed in exasperation, "please don't."
"Happy birthday dear Iaaaaaan," he sang loudly, wrapping his arms around my waist as he came up behind me.
"You're so annoying," I grumbled, resuming scrubbing the plate in my hands. "Did you only come over to remind me that I'm almost obscenely old now?"
"You're not that old," he said softly, resting his head on my shoulder. "And it's only part of the reason that I came."
"What's the other part then?" I asked, sighing and setting the dish in the other sink after carefully skimming my fingertips over its surface to confirm that it was clean.
"Well I wanted to give you your present too," he said as I wiped my hands off on a towel.
"What presents are you talking about?" I asked, smiling lightly at the thought as he nuzzled against my neck. "You didn't need to get me anything."
"Oh don't worry," he said, "I didn't."
"Then what the hell are you talking about?" I asked, feeling him pull me
34. Fish"Silas I don't think I can do it."
"Yes you can. Just open your mouth wide and do it all at once."
"No, I'm serious. I don't think I can."
"C'mon Finn, I do it all the time."
"But all at once? There is no way that's all going to fit in my mouth "
"Just do it like this," he said, demonstrating for me and only making my doubts stronger.
"What if I get sick from it?" I argued, watching him roll his eyes at me.
"Finn, eat the fucking sushi."
"But I don't want to!" I wined, eyeing the suspicious piece of fish on the end of my chopsticks.
"You said you'd try it for me!" he reminded me.
"Yeah, I know, but I didn't actually think you meant pieces of raw fish!"
"What do you think sushi is Finn?"
"Well, like California rolls and the tempura thingies that you had me try," I said, noticing that the little fish slice wiggled ever so slightly as I moved.
"Technically yes, but what you have there is sashimi," he explained.
"Can't I have more of the tempura things instead?" I begged.
77. Running AwayHe was dozing on the couch now, stretched out and snoring lightly after he had finished scarfing down his meal and leaving me to wash the heap of dishes he had left in his wake. After grumbling to myself for a while I had lapsed into thoughtful silence, thinking about what I was going to do next.
I knew that I couldn't just throw him out, but I couldn't really keep him here forever, could I? There had to be some way that I could get him to tell me why he ran away from home, and maybe if I could get him to tell me I could try and fix the problem. But he was so secretive, so jumpy, so distrusting I didn't know if there was even a way that I would be able to get him to open up enough that I would be able to so much as get the reason. What if I offended him and he stopped communicating with me? What if I pressed him to hard and he took off? And what if I did learn the reason? Would it be horrible? Dark? Or just another stupid teen reason like not getting to borrow the car to go out with fr
4. Opinion"So," I said, stroking his hair gently and trying to smother the yawn that escaped my lips, "are you alright?"
He let out a little huff of a laugh, moving slightly around against the pillow to find a more comfortable position and answering over his shoulder, "I'm actually really sore right now, but I can't say that it wasn't worth it."
"I'm sorry hon," I said, my other hand rubbing his hip in apology. "I was a little rougher than I should've been. I'll try not to do it again."
"Now hang on, Finn. I never said I that I didn't like it," he giggled, ticklish from the spots I was kissing on his shoulders. "In fact, I wouldn't mind if we celebrated like that every time you finished a painting."
"Sounds good to me," I murmured, my hand running up his side and over his back to rest on his soft skin. He sighed, snuggling his head into the pillow he was holding between his chin and his arms as he lay on his stomach. His back was too sore to even try rolling over yet, remembering the stream of c
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