#pwstarter

[prestxnn]

 x    Inspired: getting lost in a corn maze and whoops wow, we lost track of time and it’s                                                           pitch black outside and i’m really fucking scared.

               Preston found himself hanging out with some of the only friends he felt comfortable hanging around, though he was hesitant, he agreed, it was Halloween, after all. He could always go back to writing new music after, or the next day. Throughout the night Preston met his limit but seeing as he got a ride to the place he couldn’t leave unless he got a car service to pick him up and hear it from his friends for a week. He excused himself instead, wandering the Halloween themed riddled carnival grounds to breathe. Preston found himself in line for a “haunted” corn maze. Listening to the instructor talk about how it was the biggest in the state... how everyone entering should be sure to follow the path or they’d get lost. He made a note of that line, follow the path or you’ll get lost, but he would change it to signs instead of path... It’d be a great line for a song.

Being so lost in his mind, he didn’t notice how much he was walking forward as opposed to how slow the line was moving forward. Bumping into the blonde before him, he was quick to apologize, seeing as he bumped into her pretty harshly. “I’m so sorry... I was so lost in my own mind that I didn’t notice the line not moving as much as I was.” The musician explained, looking over at her, noticing her beauty against the darkening skies above them. “Are you okay?” He asked gently, his eyes growing soft. Of course, the person he bumped into was gorgeous... Just his luck. @hazxrdtomyself

[orinavery-blog]

“Oh shit did you see that? That was so cool”

[doriandene-blog]

Dorian sat at the library desk on the phone, trying to order more books for the students that often came by, when he heard footsteps nearby. He spoke without looking up. “How can I help you?”

[harper-stadelman-blog]

“So are you going to pick a movie, or do you just enjoy making people wait in line?”

[alicelancaster-pw-blog]

“Hi, welcome to Alice’s Azaleas. How can I help you today?

[nalathehuman-blog]

Nala strolled the quaint backwoods located several yards behind her house, mindlessly humming along to the tune produced by Miles Davis’ incredulous trumpeting. If it weren’t for the heap of tangled headphones and IPod Nala hoarded in her backpack at all times, she wouldn’t know how she would ever get any exercise. Fitness was a constant burden, but a necessary one at that. She pumped her arms as she jogged, green and yellow blurs flashing by the sides of her face, her feet thumping rhythmically against the leaf-littered floor until, 20 minutes later, sizable beads of sweat formed on her arms and legs. She swiped the back of her hand across her forehead and bent forward, placing both palms on her knees and panting until the blood cleared from her head and she had blinked the black spots away from her vision. “Phew,” Nala sighed, “jogging feels a hell of a lot better when it’s over.” Despite being tired out, Nala was a staunch supporter of the daily inclusion of at least 30 minutes of physical activity. She spotted what she determined was a decent climbing tree, and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater, cracked her neck both sides of her neck, and shook out her arms, bouncing lightly from one leg to the other. “Alright, let’s go tree.”

Nala’s right foot searched for the first sturdy limb closest to the ground and hoisted her weight upwards with a grunt. She continued with surprising efficiency, carrying her balance from one leg to the other, until she was ten or fifteen feet above ground. As Nala turned to sit upon the branch she had just reached, she felt a searing pain slash across her left palm. “Ah, damn!” She flipped her palm upwards just in time to watch a violent red seep into the newly formed pale gash that started below her pinky finger and ended abruptly two inches from her thumb. “Shit.” She swung her backpack around to her lap and clenched it between her knees, scrambling blindly through its interior with her better hand for first aid supplies. Her fingers recognized the spongey feel of gauze, and she quickly pulled out the roll and wrapped it around her left hand. “What on earth could’ve gashed me like that....” And suddenly it hit her. One of the freshmen girls at school had been smacking her gum while rattling on about some old legend that had been passed around for what, like, decades now? Something about a special tree with really sharp leaves...”Oh right, the Suerton tree! That’s it.” Without thinking, she must have brushed her left palm against one of the leave’s flesh-cutting ridges. Not wanting to abandon any chances of receiving the good-luck that was supposed to accompany ownership of the leaf that gave the cut, Nala cautiously pocketed the blade using a sweatshirt sleeve-covered hand. As soon as the leaf was secured inside the makeshift vessel also known as Nala’s sweatpants pocket, panic began to trickle into the pit of her stomach; if Nala reached the top of the tree with one injury, could she reach the bottom without acquiring additional cuts? “Ah...damn.”  She was stuck.

[harper-stadelman-blog]

Harper carefully thumbed through the tray of vinyl record, carefully scrutinizing each disc. She only had enough money for one and she was stuck between two. Looking for a second opinion, she turned to another customer beside her as she held up the two records.

“Hey, which one should I buy?”

[nalathehuman-blog]

“Who wants to come over tonight and chill at my place? Food’s on me! We can watch a movie or two, and maybe I’ll even let you listen to me bang out a few riffs on the piano.”