Rosewater224

 He remembered the thrill. Blood pumping through hole-riddled veins at the sound of hurried footfalls and angry voices demanding his immediate surrender. Trevor Phillips had never been a man to lose or allow himself to be caught by the enemy, nor was he known for leaving a man behind, especially not his best friend. The four bullet wounds dotting his left arm, right shin and right forearm wasn’t enough to make Trevor release Michael’s hand. They continued to bolt down the dirt road leading to a denser part of the forest area and intended to make their escape within the trees and mossy undergrowth. boots frantically moving, crushin

“Glob, how much further do we need to walk until the Candy Kingdom?” a tired voice whined nasally. “Are you sure the local authority will even have him locked in the dungeon?”   “I witnessed Ice king’s capture, myself. The banana guards said something about him not getting released for a very long time” Gremlin Princess Chattered to her companion whilst they journeyed through the Candy graveyard, careful to pay attention to the freshly turned-over soil and damaged Tombstones baring magically protected runes. Moist dirt coated G.P’s silky fur-lined dress, clumping everything together in large vis

He introduced us through Mobile signals, and cautiously I fumbled with the buttons of the portable telephone locked firmly within my grasp and spoke to you with words of open weakness. A Mistake Harshly forced to learn from. You replied, soulless words covering the page which I took as friendly. It’s funny, after realising how much envy, jealousy and malice there must have been when you typed. Our first bundle of messages would take only moments to sum up, but the short worded conversations would last the entire day. And then, we formed a meeting; somewhere public yet private and in fine company, safe company......too safe-a company for

He’s crazy.....They’re not real. They are not real and yet the man continues his search for them. For ways to reach them and promises to make ways if there remain none, I’ve told him, watched over him to try and stop the voices in his mind driving my love over the edge. Why won’t he listen to me.....why won’t my dear just put this insane obsession on hold and let me speak reason? It is consuming him......Us.........I barely sleep at night. Weeping because the voices grow louder and louder until I too am not within my right mind to comprehend anything, it is too much as it is and I can’t handle even the slig

whilst sitting at my computer desk, chatting to friends online or surfing the internet for cute Knick Knacks or posting random, ridiculous stuff on Tumblr…..I’ve begun to notice my shadow. It mimics everything i do at the computer. typing, viciously shaking the mouse whenever I play skyrim and can’t make the damn character turn the right way. the most strange bit is when it smiles……you visibly see it’s cheekbones rise and fall as emotion contorts it’s silhouetted features. stranger still…..I’m not at the computer right now……..and it’s still there…….a