#salemfaith

[mason-the-writer]

Hey I wanted to apologize for my friends behaviour last nig- Faith?

[salem--confessions]

Finnaith needs to get back together.

-Anonymous

[salem--confessions]

I miss Faith a lot.

-Anonymous

[quietlysydney]

[mason-the-writer]

Brought to Life | Fason

Mason sits as his desk eyeing the strange package. It looked like one his manuscripts after his editor had gone over it and with all the things he needed to fix. But he hadn't sent anything to his editor. Confused, he slowly opened the package. He looks at the packet of paper in front of them "A Christmas Rose". Confused he begins to skim it, his eyes going wide, realizing what this was. He looks up as his office door opens. "Look what came today!" He says excitedly.

[mason-the-writer]

Dead Inside |

Mason woke up the next morning, feeling a weight on his arms. It wasn't Lucy, but Gracie. And he was greeted with a face full of dog morning breath. With a laugh, Mason felt, not better, but not worse. He glanced over to his phone, which was flashing, telling him he had a message. He unlocked the phone and opened the message. Mason had to read the message three times before tossing his phone across the room, hearing it skid on the floor. That was it. Maebelle was leaving. A part of him wanted to go down stairs, get another bottle and do the ritual all over again, but Gracie sat firmly onto of her master. Instead he counted the new cuts. Twelve on one leg. Twelve on the other. With a sigh and biting back tears, mason flumped backwards on the bed and closed his eyes. He heard the front door slam but he didn't care. He should get dressed or close the door. But he lay in his bed in his boxers with the fresh cuts showing. He didn't care. He was Dead inside.

[jen-stage-left]

Nighmare | Fanette

It was dark and gloomy out side. It wasn't raining but the sky looked like it was going to open up at any moment. Her feet hit the ground into a puddle. It seemed to rain earlier, but the air felt different. It was thick. She turned down the street, towards the woods. Lost in her thoughts, She didn't watch where she was going and tripped. Looking down, she saw it was an arm. She screamed as she uncovered the face of-

Jenette sat up screaming at her desk. A couple of deep breaths, she realized where she was, at her Desk at the Cabaret, working on her script. After a few moments, She noticed a hand on her back. She didn't jump, but carefully looked to the side. Seeing the familiar face, Jenette sighed in relief.

[ryan-lied-blog]

Text // Ryaith

Ryan: Hey Faith

Ryan: Why did the chicken cross the road?