#eliasstart

[minnie-myszkowski]

IT WAS FINALLY here! Minnie’s favorite day of the year and the biggest sale she held were happening today. She went to the doors of her boutique and opned them wide, placing a sign on the sidewalk that said “NATIONAL POLKA DOT DAY! Come in for special savings on all our polka dotted patterns!” She smiled and spun around, letting her dress flair out somewhat before almost running into someone who was walking close to her storefront. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there! I was just too excited about today!”

[al-liddell-is-here]

There’s so much to eat and drink here! And so many people! I never imagined this many would show up..

[ofoceaneyes]

                 THE BAR WAS dead,, and meg was setting up for her shift. she was standing at the counter, drying out hurricane glasses when she heard the door open. she was half-listening to the news on the tv. this town seemed to go more to shit each day. the bell on the door pulled her out of her daze. she glanced over at the clock; it was barely noon. “ want a menu? “ she asked as the person approached the bar. 

[ava-rider]

gave yourself a caffeine headache to hide the taste of sleep | OPEN STARTER

The night was cold, like a shock to his system, waking him up like a cold shower. Sleep had been impossible for the last week or so. It felt like every time Flynn blinked, the world shifted into something else. The explosion in Honey’s lab, Dimi’s return, Mary’s secret, Rocket with a gun on the coffee table. The news he had ignored for years suddenly crawling into the hollow of his bones.

Judgement Day. Flynn didn’t like the sound of it. Too many sins, too many failed attemps at redemption. Maybe it was just scare tactics. Maybe it didn’t matter anyway, if you were already sure which end of the scale you would tip. Saints shouldn’t be afraid, but neither should sinners. It’s everyone in-between, those that maybe still have a shot at turning the tide.

The waves had swallowed Flynn whole for years now. So maybe it wasn’t worth worrying about. Go big or go home. If you’re going to hell, at least make damn sure you get into the vip section.

Another gust of cold wind shook Flynn from his thoughts, remembering where he was. He was sitting on an empty swing in an abandoned playground, idly pushing his heels in the sand to swing back and forth. One hand was wrapped around the chains of the swing, the other holding a pen, a notebook filled with scribbles on his lap. He was trying to distract himself from these unnecessarily gloomy thoughts by continuing to write the book he’d been trying to get done for years now.

He heard the footsteps approach, but kept his eyes on his notebook.

“There’s another swing empty, if you want to join the Insomnia Club.”

[hny-lmns]

“Ah! See... I told you I can fix it.” Honey said biting her lip as she continued to glue the pieces together. He heart was racing as she had been the one clumsy enough to knock the delicate vase over and insisted she used the glue in her bag to put the thing back together. “It’s... a temporary fix but it should hold well enough... look I’m really sorry, I was just really distracted and didn’t see it there.” The girl explained looking up to the person with a small frown. She hated the feeling that someone was angry with her but she really was just trying her best to repair the fix.

[mando-ade1207-blog]

Can I help you?

Steve had just gotten home. His dog, a gold lab named Peggy met him at the door. He walked in, took of his pistol belt and tactical vest and hung these up on their respective hooks right inside his bedroom. Peggy followed him back out to the kitchen.

“How was your day, girl?” he scratched behind her ear and gave her a treat. He then walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and went into the living room. On his way there however, someone knocked on his door. This stopped him dead in his tracks.

“No one comes up here, wonder who that is, hmm?” he looked down at Peggy and then back to the door. On his way there he picked up his pistol from the desk. He walked up next to the door.

“Can I help you?” he shouted?

[cvlcifer-blog1]

          THE MUSIC WAS LOUD, BUT it didn’t bother the motel owner in the slightest. why would it ?? he was the one who requested it. he sat at the clerk’s desk, using a pair of pens to drum the beat in the air. he was singing along to the lyrics, in his own little world. when he heard the bell chime, a noise he’s learned to discern out of the loud music coming from the lounge of the motel, he looked up and gave a crooked grin. ❝ hey !! welcome to howl’s castle, how can i help ya today ?? we offer a free breakfast to our guests but what the hey, wanna share a bite ?? i’ll turn down the music if you’d like. ❞

[scarsliketigerstripes]

The night was dark and cool, the headlight overhead flickering in a few last heartbeats before sizzling out. A few paces ahead of her was a single man hurrying through the night, long coat fluttering around his ankles. Following someone, even if he was pretty subtle about it.

Radhya sighed internally, but quickened her own pace. She shrugged her bag more securely over her shoulder.  Her hand shot out at just the same time his did, her perfectly manicured fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“Oh, darling, why not keep those in your own pockets?” she smiled, sweet as honey. She ignored the other person who was about to be robbed turning to her. “That was awfully rude.” When he tried to pull back she held his gaze and his wrist with equal coldness strength, before planting her high heel on his chest and kicking him a few paces down the empty street. She inclined her head to the street. “Hurry along now, sweetheart.”

When he hesitated she shouldered her bag again, revealing in the process the subtle glint of a gun strapped to her waist. The man scurried off. Finally, she turned to other person, giving them a sheepish smile.

“So dreadfully sorry about the fuss, but I thought you would rather keep your things in your own possession.”