#eiideticmemory

[baudelairebiiiter]

       ( @eiideticmemory​ ♡’d for a starter )

Sunny loves many things, but none more so than biting. It's helpful in a pinch when there's no can opener in sight or when you need to bite through some rope OR when you're trying to get your older brother's attention while he is engulfed in a book.

She creeps over to him with a stealth most babies could only dream of having and latches her four sharp teeth into his ankle.

[pcletier-blog]

@eiideticmemory

The first day of school was always the day that students tried their hardest, before falling back into the usual routine. Most children would pack their things the night before, make sure that they rose early, and arrived plenty of time before the bell rang for the first lesson. Sophia was no different, except perhaps her timing had been a little too good.

Clutching a piece of crumpled paper in her hand, reading the room number and teacher’s name, the girl entered the empty classroom, noting the time on the wall. Seven-thirty. A whole forty-five minutes early. Even earlier than the new teacher: Miss Browning, or something.

With only the ticking of the clock being the only audible sound, Sophia began to pass the time by doodling on the back of the paper. Stars and hearts and little cartoon people. After a full seven minutes of doing this, the sound of the door opening startled her into pausing, although she kept her head down, focusing on her scribbles.

With any luck, she would avoid any confrontation on her first day.

[batricee-blog]

               THE NEWS OF A NEW CHILD IS generally met with happy smiles & sincere congratulations. Bertrand & Violet seemed over the moon -- a phrase which here means extremely elated -- to have a new baby in the house.

Klaus, on the other hand, seemed displeased at the idea. He’d been burying himself in his books far more frequently than usual, & his mother had noticed. So in act to cheer him up, & perhaps to change his mind on the matter a little, Beatrice had bought him a new book with some tea & freshly baked cookies, laying it all on a tray on the table by the chair he loved to read in. 

               “    What are you reading about today, my darling ?    ” 

@eiideticmemory​         ❤’d

[emiliaspellman]

@eiideticmemory

 “Finally! Someone I can talk to who isn’t a rodent!” the child exclaimed, making note of her three new “siblings” as Count Olaf had brought home  Emilia sighed, taking one last look at the bed she had had to herself the last two weeks, lumpy and water stained, springs visible on the medial plane. But despite everything, it had been hers, and now she was forced to share it with not one but three other poor souls who had found themselves in the same situation. All of it was too similar to be coincidental. The girl swept blonde, unruly hair behind her ear, looking at the curtains, moth’s having feasted on the fabric. But, it was all she could think of using for makeshift sleeping bags. “I suppose we will just have to make the best of what we have.”

[notlemonysnicket]

@ eiideticmemory

  “Klaus, I’ve made chicken tetrazzini. Could I convince you to come and eat a little?”

   Klaus Baudelaire did not need to look up to know whose voice it was addressing him. It belonged to his guardian, who, I am sorry to say, was neither his father nor his mother, nor either of his sisters. 

  Indeed, Klaus’s entire family had been lost in a recent and terrible fire which had destroyed his home and everything he had once known. In the harrowing days which followed, he had been placed in the care of a man whose peculiar name he had never even heard before: Lemony Snicket.

[skidrowflorist]

@eiideticmemory || starter call

“You alright? Ya don’t EXACTLY ... Ya don’t look so good. Can I get ya somethin’? Some water?”