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Something I whipped up This darkness was...invasive. That's the only way to truly describe it. It wasn't regular darkness, the kind that's just dark. This was a cloying, choking cloud of the stuff. I could feel it creeping it's way into my lungs through my nose, my mouth, feel it run through my bloodstream as it seeped through my pores. This darkness was cold, damp. It smelled of mildew and decay, of old blood, long forgotten. This darkness was alive.Something I whipped up by ~chocobilly-ocean
It was in this exact moment, when I realized that my hell could, in all likelihood, not get any worse, when it suddenly did.
Her HerHer by ~chocobilly-ocean
A Document Inspired by Historical Events
By James W. Coplin
I stand in the crossroads, one way leading to disaster, one way leading to paradise. You think it'd be easy which path to choose, seeing as how they are clearly marked. But one thing stops me.
Her.
She stands at the fork in the road, eyes that change color with her moods boring holes through my head. Her lips, a gentle hue of red, soft and supple, form both obscenities and praises to my name. She runs fingers through her now brown, now auburn, now chestnut hair as she exasperates over my indecision and tells me to take my time, saying she can wait forever,
What? What?What? by ~chocobilly-ocean
An Original Piece of Fiction
By James W. Coplin
"Your mother is dead."
"What?"
It was news that I had been expecting for nearly four years now. She had already died to me, back when the coma first hit her. My mother was already dead. This news didn't trouble me.
"I said your mother is dead."
"Oh."
I suppose I should have felt something, but the shining jewel that was my mother had been drugged into oblivion and hooked to more machines than I cared to
Darker Things Darker ThingsDarker Things by ~chocobilly-ocean
An Original Star Wars Story
By James W. Coplin
It was dark. And it was raining. Not a light rain, but torrents of water, falling from overly burdened clouds that had been waiting weeks to drop this heavy load. The rain covered everything in a blanket of raucous static, drowning out everything but the approach and takeoff of orbital transports. Even that was barely heard as the rain pounded viciously on the metal overhang that defended the ancient door from the ravages of the scouring downpour. Inside, a glow lamp burned, turned to it's lowest setting so that the light it cast barely illuminated the edges of
Sta.sh
May the force Be with you always
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Anon needs to get over itself.
I have two very very important questions to ask you...DO you like pie and can I make obscene jokes about your mum?
in life, these two questions are the only one's that matter...
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Anon needs to get over itself.