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[miamariecastello-blog]

Mia’s life was filled with noise, a constant battle of what could possibly be the loudest. A household with four children, a wife constantly puttering around the place, and a gym filled with blasting music and people grunting tend to make it difficult for moments of silence to find Mia, making moments like this one very rare. And yet, as Mia sat on the bench listening to the wind blow around her, she found the lack of noise unnerving. She was almost grateful for the sound of footsteps as someone approached her spot. “What’s up?”

[bansheewithstrings]

She was resisting it today. Emery had been dragged to the beach not once already, but twice. Feeling the distinct pull of her powers dragging her there, she was using all her will to stop the sounds, to drown it out. She didn’t want to go find another dead body today. She wouldn’t. So, she kept walking down the street, head down, pushing herself away. She wasn’t going to end up in the asylum again. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the scream. Ear piercing, almost like a little girl. She covered her ears, almost dropped to her knees. But when she looked up, it seemed like no one else heard it. She pulled herself over to the closest bench and sat down, dropping her head in her hands as her body started trembling. “Fuck... fuck not now...”

[sweetenerlockwood]

Allison had her nose deep in her computer, editing away and drafting emails when her phone went off in the middle of the library. Her meeting tomorrow with the owner of the town’s library to discuss how they were going to create a better space and introduce more books into the children’s section, as well as creating reading spaces and book clubs for them had her jittery. She took a breath and stepped away from her computer, packing it gently before she moved downstairs to the cafe. “Lemon Balm Tea, please, make it an extra large,” she sighed, before moving into the seating area with her hot drink. To her luck, of course, empty chairs were few and far between. “May I take a seat?” she asked to the person she noticed who had an empty chair across from them.

[sophgreco]

“I don’t normally drink alone, I swear,” she explained with a shrug. Her tone is lighthearted; there is honesty in Greco’s words. Usually on a Tuesday night she would be getting ready to unwind for the day. She enjoys spending time with her small family. Nevertheless her daughter was spending the night at a close friend’s and her husband was busy with his latest masterpiece. To give him some peace, she found sanctuary at the local pub. 

“Usually the bartender keeps me company,” the brunette continued, “he’s just pretending to be busy right now.” Purposely her words get a little louder, a slight jab at the barkeep. It is harmless though, she’s good friends with him after all. 

[crimson-blooded]

There were many things Leah hated about her job, but the top three were definitely customers that hit on her without her ever initiating the flirtation, customers who stole from the tip jar, and customers who threw up in the bathroom. But she liked the fact that she got one free drink per shift, and she was just settling down to enjoy her coffee (black) when someone’s shadow creeped onto the newspaper she’d been trying to read. “You know,” she said, pausing to take a long sip from her mug. “It’s rude to read over somebody’s shoulder.” 

[moonysbrain]

[lily-always]

My costume is done! I'm so excited. Tomorrow night can't come soon enough.