#writerinthcdark

[damagedhearts-indie-blog]

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River flinched at the sound of knocking on the door, still not used to how many sounds there were outside of solitary. Getting up slowly, she carefully opened the door only a little way, looking out to see her neighbour in the apartment opposite hers. “Hello?”

[indiekingsarchive]

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everytime it was like no time had passed at all. it still felt like electricity shot through her when they touched, the air still filled with thick sexual tension, and she got still get lost in myra’s eyes like it was nothing. she was younger than here, honestly a child but nyx overlooked it. at her own age of 376 and myra merely being 121, she was still young and naive. it was a big reason why they broke up all the time not because nyx was stubborn and selfish. but she watched her from a dark corner in the bar and wondered if she still felt it. that same pull that drew them together nearly fifty seven years ago. she knew she could. and once the other finally paused in her direction, she let a smile slide over her lips and she lifted her drink to her in invitation and greeting. 

[chateauslobby]

😍  sms - coolio.

jenny: hey.....

jenny: it's getting cold out, just so you know.

jenny: do you have a winter jacket?

jenny: you should get one. i know a cool place where they have coats and stuff.

[feltrain]

“You know, I get tired of alcohol so fast. Which you wouldn’t expect in my profession but you can only try so many types of vodka before you get sick of it and can’t touch the stuff.” Marina shrugs. “People think being a mixologist has to be fun but you get sick of a lot of flavors really quickly.” // @writerinthcdark​

[somekndofpeople]

Silly Knick Knacks | Starter Call for @writerinthcdark​

“Excusez-moi,”

“I’m sorry to bother you but… I used to live here a few years ago. I had to abruptly move out and and I forgot something important… In one of the air vents.”         Hes approached people about stranger things. This was still high on that list no doubt. But he couldn’t move on without knowing where it was. A little over a hundred years of mementos and memories were stowed away in a lock box in the bathroom air vent. Memories that could be so easily thrown away or sold to thrift stores.        The thought of it made Hal sick to his stomach but he maintained himself flawlessly, “I just wanted to see if you found it and still had it or not. Or, if you hadn’t found it, if you could maybe let me get it- or not, you can get it of course, I’d understand.” Honestly, he shouldn’t be there. If the neighbors saw him they would surely be making a call or two.

[hopelesswxnderers]

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“I don’t think it has to be weird that we kissed last night,” Grace mumbled as she led next to her housemate on her bed; eyes wandering over to meet the other woman’s. “You’re a beautiful girl, it’s no wonder I wanted to kiss you. Things don’t have to be awkward now, we’re still friends, aren’t we?” The blonde did worry that she’d lose her friend and housemate because of this, but she couldn’t find it in herself to regret it.