#wc02

[woobluv]

Okay, so my popular and dynamic act ruined your little performance...

Little performance? Little Performance?! LITTLE PERFORMANCE!!! *shakes head* little performance

[woobluv]

Here's woob behaving like a bird

Do you guys know why there are no dinosaurs today?

There are. We just call them birds these days

[woobluv]

Pretty Mimi being mental

[woobluv]

Nope. my bad. Not in white christmas...

[natearchibald-rp-blog-blog]

Writing Challenge #2: Death Becomes You

Breathing labored as he hunched over the dead body of Dan Humphrey. Beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, matching the moisture that was collecting in the corners of his eyes as he watched the last spark of life leave his friend's eyes. He cradled his head in his lap, hands working through the male's soft brown hair, the warmth of his body being leeched away by the coolness of death, as if holding him would maintain his vitality, as if holding him would bring him back.

Deep down Nate knew he was being foolish, hoping and wishing that maybe this wasn't real, that this was some kind of cruel game that he could only hope to win if he changed the layout of the board or put his game pieces in the right coordinations. But it wasn't, and it wouldn't change. He searched around wildly for the killer, but he'd been too late, Nate was always too late. 

But there was a girl in the distance, a beautiful blonde with long beachy waves, and she was calling out to him. He couldn't leave Dan, when he looked down, the body was gone, only sand slipped through his fingers. What had he been doing? Sitting in the sand, he had to get to the girl....

He got up and ran, as quickly as he could, chasing her, but she seemed to be disentegrating into the air around him, and it was hot, it was so hot, she was slipping through his grasp and he couldn't breath, the air was thick with smoke, choking him, gripping his lungs, he was falling. 

To the ground, she was laughing, her voice a harmonic yet eerie echo swelling and cascading around him, dancing as if in some sort of taunt as he crashed. Great rippling flames of iridescent blue and wild licking red urging closer to him, wanting to feed from him, wanting to take him once again. 

A hand reached out to help him, the face of Dan Humphrey looking down offering a saving grace, but Nate couldn't move, his body was heavy with impending death, the man was trying to say something.

"You were too late." 

A solemn cry to a nagging thought and Nate closed his eyes, sputtered breaths and the walls of fire closing in around him, inhaling ash....

So much ash.