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Cagamosis

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Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage

     this wasn’t how they were meant to be. they’d been the      hopeful, the perfect high-school sweethearts. the kind      that would be making googly eyes at one another for      eternity. there was not one person in all of Ewan High     who assumed that Tommy Ross and Sue Snell would      ever be on any path other than marriage.             after the prom, they’d CLUNG to one another. she was vulnerable,             terrified of her own shadow when the dark engulfed her. he was             being swallowed by the guilt of her pain, of the fact that he could            not remember everything that she so clearly could about that night. she knew it would have been better for him to move on. he could move on so easily. he could leave her and the entire blood-stained town behind if he wanted to. he could escape from all of this –and she wanted that for him. she desperately wished to be able to get him out of it, to stop forcing him to watch her shriek and kick every time her eyes closed, but she couldn’t. how would she possibly be able to live with herself if she let go of her child’s father?           it was something she could never do. though extremely selfish, she           held onto him, to keep herself afloat, to have someone who could          understand how she felt, someone to be a father to their unborn child.          it wasn’t long until they did get married, right after their daughter was          born. they’d moved into her house with her parents, raising the child          as they both TRIED to finish their schooling. it was hard, terrible, many          sleepless nights ran through the pair. by the time they were in their thirties, living on their own with their twelve year old daughter there was no light left in their eyes. they did both haveone another –but it wasn’t enough to pull them back from misery. neitherof them was ever able to LET GO of what happened at Ewan High School’sSenior Prom. her night terrors never stopped, worsening his ever-growingdepression, morphing them into two skeletons of the vibrant, hopeful couple they could have been. it’d started to spread them apart, her abandoning theirbed for the sofa in the middle of the night, not wanting to burden him again withanother sob, him refusing to open up to her anymore, in fear of making her feeleven WORSE.                            ❝  Tommy, I think we should go see someone…to                                 talk about things. I know you think we’re fine but                                                 I can’t live like this anymore. ❞  

                          ❝ Maybe it’s time for us to move on. I don’t                              know if we’re right for each other anymore. ❞  her eyes are swollen, red puffs surround the openings. salty tears have soiled her sickly pale face, and it takes all of her not to collapse in front of him. her voice is tiny,  her words almost sobbing mumbles now.            she was a shell of a woman, and he was threatening to            become all but a canvas of a man. it was selfish of her to           keep things this way. it would be better. for him, for her            perfect daughter. it had to be. if it wasn’t she really would           deem herself as insane. 

               ❝ Please, talk to me. ❞  

no one expected Sue and      Tommy Ross to be UNHAPPY.

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Wanweird

    WORD-BASED DRABBLES: accepting                        wanweird - an unhappy fate.

        FOUR YEARS, seven months, and twenty-one days. that’s how long it takes        for someone to finally tire of andrew neiman’s shit. and honestly, he can’t say        he’s too surprised—-he hasn’t returned a phone call in days and hasn’t so        much as SMILED for weeks, there aren’t any red flags, any reason to doubt        the inevitable train wreck that was the relationship between them. what truly        surprised him was the fact that it wasn’t him to break it off clean. that it was-        n’t him to say we need to talk, it wasn’t him to purse his lips and give a he-        sitant sigh before listing the reasons this wouldn’t work out anymore, that’s        the shocking part about the whole ordeal. but the day tommy looks at him        with sadness in his pathetic loving brown eyes, he folds his useless shaking        hands atop the table because welp, it’s been good, but he saw this coming—-

                               AND HE SMILES.

        the corners of his lips quirk into a vacant grin and andrew fucking SMILES,        because he snorted something chalky before coming here and he just re-        membered, he can’t FEEL his fucking hands. and it’s better that he doesn’t,        because he’d remember the way they felt the first time tommy laced his fin-        gers through his as a mere joke, he’d remember the way it felt to have to        wipe them on his jeans whenever he was too close to the other boy, or he’d        remember the unfortunate way they shook too hard and dropped his drink        in tommy’s lap the first time he asked andrew out on a date, and the sorry        way his thumb grazed tommy’s cheek the first time they fucked and the way        he clutched his hair and scraped his fingernails across his back and gasped        and arched to fit his body to tommy’s a million times afterward, and how he        used to just lie beside tommy and trace his bottom lip with his index finger        and whisper how lucky he was to be his, when his DREAMS were still dreams        and tommy was the only thing that mattered in his small, simple world, and        he’d remember that god, he loved him so fucking much, and he still does,        and that’d only complicate things further. he’d rather not remember anything.

                                                                ( he’s got a gig to play tomorrow. )

        the tears don’t come until later when he looks down at those same destroyed,        worthless hands, and realizes that tommy always cared about him because of        them, despite of them, and the terrible feeling of knowing he fucked up his last        good thing arises in his throat with the BILE of his come down. maybe being        heartbroken isn’t the worst part of it all. maybe knowing that despite all the shit        andrew’s put him through, tommy still takes the blame for it is, maybe he’ll ne-        ver know. but he punches the wall, and he takes a painkiller, and by four in the        morning he’s passed out on the bathroom floor with his arm over his face.

      BOYS LIKE HIM AREN’T MEANT FOR LOVE—-              when trusted with precious things, they destroy them.

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Dystopia

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Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell.

             ❝ Tommy? ❞  they’re both perched on top of her bed, wrapped up in each others arms.it’s what she assumes has been a long day at school for the both of them, he’s wearing that half-pulled smile he does when he’s trying to hide his stress.  the whole room is bright, the warm sun peeking through her pinkcurtains and cascading across their flesh.         it’s so easy to gaze up into his eyes, to SEE him with her again.         her blue eyes are wide as they rest on him, the mere comfort         of his touch was enough to soothe her dizziest daydreams.         he was how all her dreams started. 

       A SCREAM emits from her thin, spoiled lips. that’s when it all turns red.        an all too familiar hand stained in blood reaches out to grab at her sweet,       perfect, Tommy. she tenses, her body shooting up as he’s dragged off of        her bed, her hand is still locked with his, desperately attempting to pull him       back to her, to make him stay with her this once.  she wouldn’t let him leave       her again.   ❝ Tommy! ❞  she’s scared. her whole body is shaking as his eyes meet hers in utter terror. she CAN’T stop it from taking him, she keeps pulling at his now slippery hands,he’s starting to slip through her fingertips once again. she’s pawing at his skin, pulling him to her without any result. all it’s doing is straining her reach. she’s no match for the monster with the crimson hands, the one that haunts her everymove, is engraved in her stained skull. he was all she ever wanted, and now he was being stole from her, over and over again.           sharp hands siege her thin ankles shortly after his hands are pulled out of         her reach. she shrieks, whimpering at the hard, nasty grip on her. she reached       to dig her nails into her bed, trying to keep herself up on top of it, stop from being    dragged down into the dark. 

❝No! Stop!  ❞   

❝ Tommy!❞            a horrified hysterical cry weeps out of her shaking body,          as another hand grabs her shoulder, sinking her back          into reality. her eyes shoot open, revealing her mom’s          tight arms around her, rubbing at her shoulder. sobs are          all she can allow to escape, tears flooding down her much         less than rosy cheeks. sticky, pasty skin that was only given         to those granted with the presence of a ghost.❝ Sue, sweetie it’s okay. It was just a   dream, no one’s going to hurt you.❞  

❝ I c-cant. He’s gone. ❞  the words are more of a muffled whimper from a terrorized mouth, but it’s the only thing she does know with absolute certainty…it’s misery without him.

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            ❝ Hey! ❞   he’s plopping himself down onto Tommy’s  couch, feet stuck up onto the coffee table. 

          ❝ Did you get all of the food? Because I texted you            like half an hour ago to get gummy bears too --I           forgot to earlier. So did you?❞  

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14. jawline kiss

❝ Tommy! My parent’s could be home. Sshh! ❞             it was an irrational fear, since they had both said they’d             be spending the night at her aunt’s house due to the            awful rain clouding over what seemed like all of the state.           her house was irregularly empty. but who knows, they may           have changed their mind at the last second, or only come            back to make sure their teenage daughter didn’t do anything            against the rules. really; the only reason bringing a boy into the house would be a problem would be if it wasn’t Tommy. her parents might haveeven been more in love with him than she was at times. which is why they had allowed him to take her to a party that night, asopposed to her accompanying them to her aunt’s place. really; it was a blessing. the door SLAMMED behind then pair as they wobbled into the empty house, his arms graciously wrapped around her tight frame, pulled her back into his toned chest. she GIGGLES, pushing herselfback against him and grabbing his hands. as she splits her lips to speakshe is still smiling. though the slight intoxication flowing through the pair may also be a factor in that. ❝ Stop it, let me walk in here! ❞

the remark is gone unheard as the tumble onto thecouch, her falling right on top of him –not so gracefully.she laughs, both of them shifting to lay there comfortably, her hand lacing around his neck and his back around her slim waist. her legs are placed on either side of his hips, leaving her partly straddling him. a giggle erupts again from the blonde, her fingers twirling in his hair.  ❝  I totally like your hair   better when you grow it out a bit. ❞             it’s more of a bubbling mumble as she leans down to kiss his lips,             it’s somewhat more sloppy than she had intended but still the corners            of her mouth tilt up as she trails her open lips down to his cheek, falling             down to rest on his jawline. fluttering kisses grace the skin there, the             odd giggle peeking out as she feels his hands slip under her shirt. 

❝ You know I don’t think my parents     will get back until tomorrow... ❞

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7. firm kiss

the two weeks before prom are HECTIC, even more insane than the hours spend preparing for the actual even. these are the weeks when every ounce of the student body gets to witness who is good enough to have a date and who’s going to be the one opting to just ‘go with the girls’. some don’t even bother to show their faces in that dimly lit gym at all, the humiliation of dressing up without any promise of a corsage eats away inside of them.           sue snell didn’t have that problem, as her friends panicked about who          was looking at them during english class, hoping for a promposal by          the end of the week she had no reason to worry. obviously she was         going to go with her long-time boyfriend Tommy Ross. to be frank; she         didn’t even assume that he was going to formally ask her, it was more of         an IMPLIED thing. when you were dating someone for more than two         months before prom, it was no question whether you were going to show          up at the most important night of the year together. though that still meant          she was a little jealous of all the girl’s who were getting what seemed like          a royal invitation to the dance. she’d dreamed about prom her entire life          it had to be magical. as Tina stressed about still not having a date this late in the week sue twirled her pencil between her fingertips, tapping at the blank notebook in front of her where notes about stem cells should be placed. she’s in the process of opening her mouth to release comforting words when every student’s head turns to the commotion in the hall. despite her science teacher’s protests she allows herself to be dragged out intothe hall by Chris, brows slightly furrowed as her eyes search the expanseof the area.        her bright eyes glistened, stuck on the figure of her adorable       boyfriend standing in front of huge bright pink lettering, reading      one word;  ‘prom?’ in his hands was a bouquet of daisies, his      own brow raised in a question, that he already knew the answer       to. she froze. her eyes widening at the sight of her beyond perfect,       wonderful boyfriend resembling the prince charming she always       dreamed about when he smiled at her.                                    ❝ Sue, will you go to prom with me? ❞ her lips burst into a smile, nodding a million miles a minute  as the sight brings tears to her eyes. she practically sprints up to him, arms open and wrapping around his neck in a split second. her voice is soft, smile plastered on her face as she gazes into his irresistible eyes. God; was he really all hers?                                         ❝ Yes, you goof. ❞

she JUMPS up into his arms, (not so gracefully as he drops her flowers down onto the ground in the act of catching her) and smacks her lips into his. fingers lace into his sandy hair, pushing his lips FIRMLY against her own while her head is still pulling into a few slow nods to answer his question again and again.

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        ❛ ----but jazz is the basis of all classic rock music.         without DIZZY GILLESPIE and CHARLIE PARKER                                 there would be no born to run. ❜

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aesthetic: tommy ross ( for buckcts )