May 30, 2015
"Do you see the man with the evil eyes?"
“Yes i have... He might be closer than you think...”
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"Do you see the man with the evil eyes?"
“Yes i have... He might be closer than you think...”
🎀 + Knee
🎀 + Knee: Strangeness & Curiosity
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing...?”
Violet Night pt. 1
//Hello! I wanted to write an author’s note before I began writing because it was very important. This story is based off of a dream I recently had. It’s one of those things where it’s there and I want to use it for something because it really actually scared me a little. The Purple Guy used for this particular story is based off of Richard the Purple Man by inverted-mind-inc/ ask-the-nightshift. I might write more installments of this if I feel that it’s getting enough attention. So I would suggest hoping for more in the future.// -CEO
The air was thick as I made my way home from a friend’s house. Usually, after recording, she would drive me home…tonight, her car was down and my back up was out of town. I tried to call for a taxi, but it would be a whole three hours before I would get that ride. I sighed and shrugged it off. I figured that walking wouldn’t be that bad.
The once bustling streets fell silenced in the black of night. The only sounds coming from the nearby metal factory that I passed on the way home. I could feel someone following behind me. I assumed it was one of the drunks or something wandering around at night asking for change. I had my knife in the palm of my hand as I walked. Something still felt off.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose in alert as I saw something purple out of the corner of my eyes. It was only for a moment and it was gone before I could even register what it was. Still, I tried to remain calm. Freaking out now would lead to me getting hurt over nothing. Brushing ebony locks out of my face, I tried to shrug off my suspicions and keep going. I reached back into my pocket and held my girlfriend’s knife firm in my closed fist. It was the most intense moment I had all week.
It wasn’t until I felt the soft breath of a whisper on the back of my neck that I shuddered. Looking back I met with eyes of pitch black, a small glint of white that should be where the pupils were. His body loomed over mine, his shoulder almost brushing against my ear. “What’s a girl like you doing out like this? It’s dangerous you know? Don’t worry, I can protect you”
His words send a chill down my spine. I shiver and pull away from him, making some distance between the two of us. As I stared at the guy, he was staring on at me. It felt like he was either gauging if I would run or if I would fight back. He must’ve known that I was going to do one or the other because my hand stayed in my pocket. “Uh….N-No thanks. See, I don’t live that far away. Pretty sure I’ll be okay.” I took another large step back, making more distance between the two of us.
My heart was crashing against my chest as he took a step toward me, our distance cut in half with one smooth motion. We stood like that for a second before I turned on my canvas sneakers and broke into a run. I could hear the sound of the pebbles grind under the man’s shoes as he took chase after me.
My feet hit the ground as I kept my eyes toward the little sign of the corner store that was part of my childhood. If I could get there, I could avoid the guy by calling for help, or use some of the shortcuts that my cousins taught me. My thoughts were cut short as the bag I was wearing was hulled back, taking me with it.
I hit the back of my head on pavement and the world swam as the figure in purple loomed over me. He seemed to smile at me in amusement as he reached out to pull me back to my feet. I swung at him, but that only made the smile fade, a frown taking it’s place as he reached his large hands out and around my neck. My eyes widen as I try to breath, suffocating from the lack of oxygen as everything began growing darker.
I had to break free, but how?
I remembered that the center of a person’s weight was their waist. So, I brought my foot out, digging in as I tried to push him back. This resulted in my head being knocked against the concrete again, blurring my vision. I was in a frenzy, but I had one more option. When in danger, take the low road.
I brought my foot back and thrust it out at the man’s groin, earning a groan of pain from him as he let go of my neck. It took me a moment, but I finally got to my feet, breaking back out into a run for the familiar safe haven that I called home. I heard the man yell something at me, but I didn’t bother to look back, I just kept going. My chest was starting to burn and my legs were going weak, but I had to keep moving if I didn’t want to die. Let alone get caught up in whatever this guy was dealing with.
"Oh god..."
6. Cuts up & down legs or arms
7. Unable to breathe normally
Vera looked up and smiled weakly, a series of small and large cuts littering her arms and legs could be seen through her torn sleeves and pants. Her clothes were quickly turning more red than purple as her breathing became more and more erratic as more blood spilled from the open wounds, it was a wonder she was still standing.
Hoe don't do it
Carrying your muse someplace
“FIX MY MUSIC BOXX!!!”
[Label] "If I don't hear my jam, get ready for the slam."
“Hell yeah, that’s true.”