Devious Journal EntrySurprise party tomorrow for Shannon's brother in law's birthday.
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Lucid: Chapter FourRigidLucid: Chapter Four
Emmy's eyes snapped open and she gasped, sitting up. She was covered in sweat, bed sheets tangled around her limbs. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she rested her head back on the pillow.
Breathing was proving to be difficult as she opened her mouth. She tried to concentrate on filling her lungs with as much air as she possibly could before she moved again. She looked around and found her room empty.
"Why?" she breathed into the darkness.
Casey was staring at her from the doorway. He came into the room and sat down next to her. When he reached out to take her in
by ~DevilsPrayer
Lucid: Chapter ThreeIntoxicationLucid: Chapter Three
Emmy's fingers tightened around the glass she held. She had already had far too much to drink in such a short time. Anything to get rid from the memories of the dreams she had been having. She didn't want to think about them.
"What is that, your third glass?" a voice muttered.
This is all I need right now, she thought as she stared at the man that occupied the seat next to her.
"Fourth," she croaked, her eyes falling shut. "Now go away and let me drink in peace."
"You need someone to take you home," he murmured.
"Not tonight, Casey," she s
by ~DevilsPrayer
Lucid: Chapter TwoFear manifested itself if you let it. That's what he had told her, that's what she lived by, tried not to do. If you were afraid of something, even the smallest thing, that feeling would turn into panic.Lucid: Chapter Two
Emmy knew exactly how that felt, having experienced it so many times, between her conscious life and the one she led when she shut her eyes at night, thinking she was safe under her purple satin covers, in the darkness of her own room.
When the thought of burning her t-shirt subsided, Emmy crawled back into bed, staring at the ceiling. She looked at the blackness for a long time, the only small source of light coming
by ~DevilsPrayer
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- Interests: Writing, reading, music, hanging out with friends, watching movies.
- Favourite movie: Swing Kids.
- Favourite band or musician: My Chemical Romance, Atreyu, Hoobastank, Anberlin, Avenged Sevenfold
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Japanese.
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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She told me she had a gun, it sounded like she'd used it once before...
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She told me she had a gun, it sounded like she'd used it once before...
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She told me she had a gun, it sounded like she'd used it once before...
but usually i just make bad puns
I like your recent stuff, by the way
i dig yours a lot as well.
its why i added you to my watch list.. ages ago.
but i was sure you've been a member on here for more then 3 years.
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