#spxctrals

[veiinsofblue-blog]

                    ‘ excuse me— i’m looking for some guy, named.. specs? ‘

         a small smile, paired with a small laugh,  charlotte’s irises          transfixed toward the man in front of her. this  errand was          one she’d made herself. and WILLINGLY.   strangely          enough, the gordon-faulkner had always been interested          in supernatural and paranormal   topics   despite   their          given acclaimed dangers.

                                        ‘ um.. him and i have been e-mailing                                          back and forth for a month or so,   and                                          he said there might be a— position for                                          me on the   team.  i’m supposed                                          to   MEET HIM TODAY for an                                          interview or whatever,   to say  the least                                          i’m stoked for this— ‘

[wastiiingaway]

spxctrals

     He stalked down the hallway      A humming tune escaping from his lips.

“And here lately      Please don’t laugh I use it on behalf       Of the miserable,             The lonely                      And depressed                             PATHETIC.”

    Josh had watched film after film     Laughing along with the kids.      Now he sang it simply as he crept     Seeking out the other presence in the house.     He sang louder. 

          “Poor unfortunate souls!                  In pain                      In need.            This one longing to be thinner             This one has to get the girl            And do I help them?                         Yes indeed.

           Those poor unfortunate souls            So sad; but true.             They come flocking to my cauldron crying            Oh come help me please!             And do I help them?             Yes I do.”

     A sudden noise and he shot around      A sinister grin painting it’s way across his face      As he turned his head to greet the other. 

[therealheirtogeneco]

spxctrals 

Trim suit, combed hair, polished shoes, and a voice that was as pleasing as a saw scraping against tree bark was what greeted the man in the not-so-humble office of Luigi Largo.

“You don’t look like no Ghostbuster to me...”

[formanism-blog]

[ spxctrals ]

    “Okay. So my dad considers      punishment as kicking me out      of the car at a random street.      A creepy one for that matter.      Where am I?”

[snapiisms]

( spxctrals )

She popped open the tab to her can of beer. “Y’know... I’ve seen God before.”

[begrenset]

( ✘ ;; spxctrals. )

               Simon sits sprawled, winded and picking apart the remains of broken glass wedged between the lacerations apparent across his wrists. He allows himself a breather and it isn’t until he hears a blare of footsteps in the distance that he looks up.

          ‟ Hey! I can hear you! Show yourself! „

[claimsmediiic]

☾ spxctrals

   ❝Uh----hi. Are you the      guy from the advert?❞

[influencedbyfear]

( spxctrals )

     Exhibiting placid deliberation in fluid pace, Jonathan stoops in obstinate scrutiny. Fingers uncurl, tracing senescent encasement of paltry storage. The forefinger delves its wearing constructs, parting threadbare cardboard from its brother. Gingerly, he lifts up the figurine, returning his gaze to the shorter male. 

    “Yours or the associate’s?”