The Rat ChaserThe following morning, Temperance had taken off without a word long before either of her guests woke up. Jeptha stirred before his wife and wandered out into the main room, where the lady of the house had left her paints out, and a half-finished painting of some subject she'd only seen for a few seconds. Jeptha stared at it intently, considering- because she had seen more of the creature than he had, and had at least a roughly painted outline of it, a few spots where she could actually make out what it looked like. And somehow, it looked familiar. Unable to place where he'd seen the thing before, Jeptha spent his morning hovering about the paThe Rat Chaser
Slipping Through the Cracks Ray stirred within her slumber, murmuring herself out of the haze that sleep would bring. Her body turned in place, allowing her hand to search the mattress that her back had faced. The above sheet dusted over her fingers while the pads dipped into the valleys of wrinkles upon the lower sheet, but her hand never bumped into the physical form she expected to be there. The absence woke Ray posthaste.Slipping Through the Cracks
She shoved her body upright, popping into a seated position with the sheet pressed at her racing heart. The mere assumption tha
I'm a creeper for sure.
Unhappy
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<brekkers> YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK SPELLING TONIGHT.
* Kindernacht grabs spelling and goes into the back room
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<Penkit> You know you and Benedril don't get along well when you go to get ice cream and misread one of the flavors as 'chocolate boners'
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Wandering the rain soaked nights. Searching for a storm to wash away these blood-stained tears
"If you are an Unknown, you must have a variable in your name." [Kat]
"The road to hell is paved with adverbs" [Stephen King]
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Gigolo Joe your are my hero.
You sexy robot lover you.
for the favorite
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Whatever doesn't kill you, is gonna leave a scar.
Death once had a near Dean Winchester experience.
When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Dean Winchester.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
thanks for the watch
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We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness.
- Tom Waits
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