#hand writen

[yeshopecrowell98]

Is it strange that I really want a penpal to send letters too? Like hand written letters? And it can be this fun little thing. Idk maybe I fantasize and idea from a movie or a book but I think that would be so cool. But I don’t want it to be anyone I know I want it to be someone I’ve never meant so in like 5 years we can meet in a coffee shop and see each other and be like the bestest of friends but that’s the first time we meet. Idk...

[roxassvamp]

Look what I found!

So I was digging through some old stuff and found this store thing I wrote forever ago so I've decided to share it with you all :). The souls of the dark heartless and cold withered by time alone in they're homes, they plead for a happier tomorrow only to be answered by the devil himself. He offers unlimited happiness for the ultimate price. These souls so desperate for happiness give into his lies only to be left empty and hallow a meer vessel of what they once were, they say the souls of the selfish and wicked are not restricted then why do they plead and need for this untold happiness? Only to be forgotten alone in the dark left to die with no soul. They're bodies frozen with sadness, illed with darkness, and cursed by time. A contract signed in blood till death stuck. A dark cold tomb where they are left to rot they're souls forever trapped inside. Feeding apon they're corpses, awaken and much alive, they scream with pain, only to be risen up and robbed of your possessions and buried once more to never see the light again.

[babypink-slytherin]

I fell in love with her. That music is so beautiful <3

[green-tea-kid]

the internet boy;

Been pondering the thought of just you and me. Since we met that night under the internet sea. Your eyes so bright and your hair so light. Made my heart feel lighter then any dust might. You made me feel what I had lost.  Through panicked doors i tried to shut. My Emotions were broken. My heart was the only thing left wide open. Hurting from past. You brought me a present. The promise that tomorrow would be so much more pleasant. Hair all ruffled. Eyes all shaky. From the first glance you were for me  No mistaking.  You fell for me I fell for you Bring me home with you My internet boy. ~Cali  stupid-loser-fangirl.tumblr.com

[edwardskye]

I really want to send letters to someone. I have tons of stationary and a type writer that needs attention! Shit even handwritten letters would be fabulous. I'll send neat little trinkets and pictures of things. Even crafty stuff I made. I need something to look forward too receiving in the mail besides bills and occasionally an online purchase. (Not that I look forward to bills) ~_~ anyone wanna do this message me!!! Come on followers!!

[mrx-bees-for-eyes]

Chapter two: The knowledge of immortals.

The taxi drive was long, due to bad morning traffic. Withers head poked into the taxi from the roof. The girl had headphones in looking out the window. She didn’t say anything after her introduction.  

“The same destination. What are the odds Moody?” Wither stared at the girl. “She is no older the seventeen… and why was she running from them.”

Moody glances at Wither, not risking talking to him. Wither catches the idea and goes back through the roof.

Finally they arrive to the address. There stood an old red brick apartment  building, squished between other taller buildings. It looked over sixty years old.  Moody opens his door, when suddenly the girl books out of the taxi and runs to the old rundown building. Taking her set of keys out and opens the door, and runs inside.

“Hey!” The taxi driver shouts. “You need to pay!”  He then looks up at me. I hand him my pay and I walk to the front door.

“What about her.” He whines.

“That’s not my problem.” Moody turns and walks the front door, looking at the list of tenants.  He finds the one he was looking for, at the top floor. He buzzes the name Carl E. White. After a second there was no reply.

Moody buzzes again, waiting. Finally, an old man’s cautious, cracked, and aged voice replies at the other end.  “Y-Yes?”

Moody smiles. Finally, something goes right. “Yes, I’m a private detective looking for a Carl White. He has information on a person who had gone missing recently, a uh, Michael Hearthmen?”

A long pause. “Michael Hearthman…  No mortal calls him that name, no mortal knows it. So which mean…” Moody hears a sigh at the other end.  “I-I’m afraid I can’t let you in.” Click.

Moody buzzes violently a few more times. He looks up to the window that Carl is supposed to be in, an old man stand at the window, his face too far to see his features. Wither smiles knowing his next meal stood in the window.

Moody looks around trying to figure out a way up, the building is climbable, but that’s a last resort. Looking around he saw nothing to accommodate his need to get in the building, when Raven bursts back out running, a wallet in her, hand to the honking taxi behind. She pays her fine and takes an earful from the driver.

When the driver is satisfied with her, he drives off in a huff. Raven turns not noticing the menacing figure standing at the door until she bumps into him.

“Oh I’m sorr… hey!” She looked at Moody surprised. “You’re from the taxi! Are you following me?”

Annoyed Moody replies. “Don’t flatter yourself. We happened to be going to the same place.” He looks down at her keys, then to the empty slot on the tenants chart.

“I’m the new tenant here, just moved in, and I forgot my key at my old place. Could you?” He points to the keys in her hand.

“Oh… yeah. I didn’t know you lived above me. I didn’t hear anything of it.”

“I just moved in, I don’t even have furniture in yet.” Moody smiled, trying to be charming, only to look as scary as usual. The girl didn’t seem fazed, she just shrugged and unlocked the door. 

[umtksa]

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