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something silly you believed as a kid?

ok, this is not something silly, but i actually freaked myself out insanely badly when i was a kid because i wrote some story about a corpse stalking through the halls of someone’s house? like, i was nine or something, and i wrote a full-on horror story about a rotting corpse of someone who’d been burnt to death. and i freaked myself out so badly with it that i had to sleep in my mom’s bed for a week. so, even as a kid, i had that really bad combination of loving horror but being really anxious and easily terrified. 

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“You’ll be safe here Credence, no one will hurt you...” Theseus carefully approached the younger man’s bed where he had been resting and set aside a tray of food for him to eat.

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“Ah, you’re from New York, man? That’s cool. I used to live there.” It hadn’t been the best time of his life but it had been the BEGINNING of all good things. Bobby just wished he could look back on those times without something in his chest constricting, as though the memories were clamping down on his heart. His smile faltered slightly and he shifted on his feet. “Sometimes you just gotta get out of the city, I guess. There’s beauty there but the beauty is different away from the buildings. It’s free, you know? It’s not all crushed together, it just...is...” His gaze drifted up to the sky, getting LOST in counting the clouds for a moment. He looked back to the other man when he realized he’d spaced a bit. “...Hey, ‘m Bobby.” He held out his hand to the younger man sheepishly.

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she also arguably invented the modern post-apocalyptic novel. 

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     ❛   ------CREDENCE...   ❜       Graves calls, his voice louder and sterner, assertive. the boy is spacing out again. part of him wonders how long this might last, how long he might be out of his mind for  ( then again... he never really had a mind to begin with, did he? ).     ❛   you’re spacing out again, Credence. I’ve called your name FIVE TIMES now. people might think you’re being rude.   ❜      

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           ❛   it is a     bleak     way to think of future    ,     but i do    believe    that perhaps    maybe that we shall see a light at the end of the tunnel   ❜

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She makes no noise in the little space she calls her room. Modesty remained curled up in her bed, knees tucked against her chest as she applied the ointment to her hands. A sharp hiss escaped the blonde and she waved her hands about to try and ease the stinging. The stinging was good, though, wasn’t it? It’d help the gashes on her palms heal faster.

It was her fault anyways. Modesty knew the consequences of disobeying. Often, she’d been careful enough. How could she have know that Chastity would find out she threw the flyers away? Of course her older ‘sister’ would tattle, needing the praise from the woman who deemed herself their mother. 

The footsteps creaking outside her door snagged her attention and Modesty immediately retreated closer to the wall on instinct. Chewing her lip, she looked up and found herself relaxing at the sight of Credence. A small smile emerged on chapped lips. “I was gonna look for you after I was done with it,” she mumbled, holding the small ointment jar out for him. “Do you want me to help?” It was easier for her to reach the wounds on his arms.