checking my weight

still underweight

but i have to be less

frowning at the scale

glaring at the mirror

but no matter, i’m still a mess

why do i wish for a flatter stomach

when all i do is overeat

how come i beg to just finally look pretty

when those are standards i’ll never meet

under 100

just checked today

but my ‘friends’ all claim they are less

their hourglass shape

compared to my awkward ...

14+ my friends, definitely not for those with a weak stomach and no gore tolerance 😓

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“Ma’am, are you okay?” Carey chuckled at the question. She was covered in blood and had a nasty gash at her left temple.

The chuckle turned into a hysterical laugh. “Okay? You think I’m okay?” The blood from her gash started pooling at her lips, the taste of red dripping into her swollen mouth.

Carey stag...

It all started with the old cars hidden in the woods. I didn’t ever watch the damn news. Being a 37 year old office manager, somehow my agenda never made time for it. Oh hell, I lived in St. George, Utah, nothing happened there, why would I watch it?

Then how come 4 cars were lined up off to the side of the dirt road? I’d taken the long way home, missing the turn and Google Maps lousy directions,...

Start with the structure. Required part of the sketch. No real image needs to come from it, only a glimpse at the actual pose. mostly squares and circles connected by a thin line.

Then move on to guidelines. turn that circle that barely resembles a head into a more appropriate shape, copying that same instruction until the guidelines resemble a body shape.

Finally add details. My pencil flew ac...

Strong language, detailed descriptions of gore. I’ll advise not to read if these topics bother you in any way. Thank you for your time. :)

I’ve always been a good liar. No particular reason. If I want to get my way, I’ll pull out any fib, lie or falsity and spoonfeed it to whoever blocks my path. Sometimes it’s little things. Pulling an allnighter to play Minecraft all night and claiming I was ...

Part Two to “Fair on the Pier”

Earlier that Day…

If you ever get handed a hall pass that’s _already filled out_ with your name, time, and destination… run. Seriously. Sprint in the opposite direction, fake an injury, start a fire—whatever it takes. Because that’s how it started for me. One second I was zoning out in chem class, thinking about how thermodynamics is stupid and useless, and the nex...

The fairground was too loud. Too bright. Too crowded. My heart pounded, not from the thrill of the rides, but from something colder—something wrong. I scanned the crowd again, trying to find him.

Then I saw him.

Liam was pushing through the throng by the cotton candy stand, eyes locked on mine. Relief crashed into me like a wave, until I saw the look on his face. Controlled. Tight. Not the smile I...

Vex didn’t remember peace.

Maybe once, a long time ago—wildflowers, laughter, a name whispered in love. But the Blood tribe tore that from her. Now, all she knew was silence, sharpened like a blade. They carved her into a weapon .They said she was chosen. Born for the prophecy. Destined to bring ruin.

But Vex wasn’t interested in destiny.

Only survival.

The Blood Keep was quiet. Never silent, no, ...

Flash!

Vroom!

Tink! Tink! Tink!

Clash!

Sputter!

Clink! Clink! Clink!

Lights

Glaring

Blinding me

Sounds

Blaring

Just set me free!

Heart

Pounding

Bump! Bump! Bump!

Head

Spinning

This is enough!

Lights

Dimming

‘Til all is black

Sounds

Dying

Just set me free…

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