in the valley

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smol starter call.

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smol starter call.

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"You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter." ( stranglehxld )

 ❛ this ain’t any kind of wonderland, mister, ❜ sherice retorts, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips at the thought. the thought of going anywhere but here. the idea of being alice stuck in the middle of a neon wonderland was all too appealing to the young waitress. she knows better though, that men here are more mad than they dare let on. ❛ i think your alice is in some other town. ❜

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Melanie Martinez lyric starters

"God I wish I never spoke."

"I wanna make you mine but it's hard to say."

"I'm not a little kid now."

"So what if I'm crazy? The best people are."

"He chased me and he wouldn't stop."

"Sex don't sleep when the lights are off."

"Ha! You're blinded by her jewelry."

"I say, fuck your degree."

"I'm not a piece of cake for you to just discard."

"Do you like my cookies? Their made just for you."

"A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison too."

"You seem to replace your brain with your heart."

"You build me up like building blocks just so you can bring me down."

"But I don't fucking care."

"Your skin is warm like an oven."

"Your kiss is sugary sweet."

"Hush little baby. Drink your spoiled milk."

"It's my party and I'll cry if I want too!"

"I'm laughing, I'm crying, it feels like I'm dying."

"I laugh through my tears."

"They call me crybaby."

"Will I catch to love? I can never tell."

"Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?"

"Smile for the picture."

"Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister/brother?"

"You don't love her."

"Stop lying with those words."

"She's getting on my nerves."

"Is pain beauty?"

"Does a new face come with a warranty?"

"No one will love you if you're unattractive."

"I love it when I hear you breathing."

"I hope to god you're never leaving."

"Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup."

"All the makeup in world won't make you less insecure."

"If they say kill yourself then you will try it."

"I'm tired of being careful, damsel."

"Why do I always spill?"

"Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap."

"Each shade from a different person's head."

"I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled."

"You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter."

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ME: "Hey, you wanna RP?"

OTHER MUN: "Sure, what did you have in mind?"

ME: "I don't know, I didn't think this far ahead."

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only people that i like can touch my hair

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█▐  homiciiidal

               ❝ I— uh, I was just there, and the crowd didn’t look very friendly there. ❞ Christ, what’s a man got to do to get a drink in this place? ❝ I thought I was going to get shot—— I’m not trying to be that Brit who exaggerates everything in America, but I didn’t like the atmosphere in there at all. ❞ And then there’s fake pity in his expression for her when he realizes she has to deal with these sorts all the time. ❝ I hate… I hate to press the matter, but you don’t seem all right. ❞ Jack asks more softly and cautiously. ❝ Does all this ruckus happen, uh, often? ❞

   ❛ most people kind of skip here if they’re lookin’ for booze, it’s better to just head straight to dallas, ❜ sherice remarks with a shrug of her shoulders. her eyes close for a moment as she tries to think of where marcie hides her whiskey. it’s top shelf stuff too, now that the waitress thinks about it.  ❛ i might be able to get you a jack and coke but uh - just one, ❜ she remarks with the faintest smile, though it falters as he speaks again. he seems to show genuine concern and she’s grateful.     ❛ ‘course it does, jerks get drunk and they take it out on people that can’t fight back. s’normal, ❜ her shoulders shrug faintly as her smile widens,  ❛ i’ll be right back with that drink. ❜ a few moments pass, one minute turns to five and she eventually comes back with a drink for him.  ❛ just uh, don’t get me fired for that alrigh’? ❜

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DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS. [PT1] [PT2]

“I’m scared.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Are you scared?”

“Is this even legal?”

“Just trust me.”

“We’re locked in!”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“It’s too dark in here.”

“Why are we here?”

“They have a gun…”

“They have a knife…”

“Grab what you need, and let’s go.”

“Be quiet. Don’t let them see you.”

“Choose your victim.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“They’re coming for us.”

“How do you know how to do that?”

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“We’re getting out of here unseen.”

“Something moved over there.”

“Do you have the stuff?”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“It’s not safe here.”

“This is your fault.”

“We’ve gotta go. Now.”

“Hey, how drunk are you?”

“Hey, how high are you?”

“Is that… a dead body?”

“We’re not alone in here…”

“What do you need me to do?”

“It’s not safe here, you should go.”

“I can’t believe you stole that!”

“Hey, stay close to me. Got it?”

“If they catch us, we’re dead.”

“… There’s no signal out here.”

“Where’s the money you owe me?”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Did you bring what I asked?”

“I saw you steal that…”

“I think I dropped my weapon.”

“This is the last time I ever do this.”

“Shit, the cops are coming!”

“Wait. I think I heard footsteps.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“The cops are looking for us.”

“What the fuck is that?!”

“You’re gonna get hurt.”

“Next time, I’ll kill you.”

“It’s my first time doing this.”

“You’re gonna get us caught.”

“You seriously got high without me?”

“You seriously got drunk without me?”

“I’m never doing this with you again.”

“How’d you get all this money?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“What if something goes wrong?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I’ve never gotten high before…”

“I’ve never gotten drunk before…”

“What the fuck did you do now?”

“Let’s go and do something bad.”

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.”

“So are we getting high, or what?”

“I’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.”

“It seems like you’ve done this before.”

“I have to be honest… this car is stolen.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your car?!”

“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your house?!”

“That’s… a lot of drugs you’ve got there.”

“Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.”

“We don’t have to do this, we can turn around.”

“How much time will they give us if we get caught?”

“Watch the door for me? I’ll be out in five minutes.”

“Maybe it’s the drugs, but I swear I heard someone…”

“This is literally the worst fucking time to hurt your leg!”

“Are you about to go do something illegal? Count me in.”

“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.”

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█▐  dismemberings

           Gene Schrader is hungry in more ways than one. He sinks            the side of his fork into the pancakes and wolfs down a couple            more mouthfuls, drags his tongue over his lower lip. He eyes            Sherise carefully, obliquely. A man’s gotta eat, sure, but if            there was an Alcoholics Anonymous type deal for serial killers,            his one month sobriety coin would start burning a hole in his            pocket right about now. But he’s not that stupid. He didn’t drive            to fucking Texas for that.

          “Lucky you,” drawls Schrader, “you want a long story? I ain’t even            know where to start.” A grunt. “Motel I stayed at last night was so            quiet I had to sleep with the TV on. I don’t mind.”

  it’s surprising how curious sherice is. ( it’s as if she’s starving for knowledge. ) this customer isn’t special, but she doesn’t act like it. she’s all smiles and kind eyes, a waiting ear for whatever he might want to spill to the diner angel of nowhere, usa. in her mind she goes through the tasks she has to do before she gets out of this gilded cage, all the while keeping within earshot of the male.      ❛ beginnin’s usually a good place to start, ❜ the blonde retorts rather cheekily, a playful grin tugging at her youthful features. the words the follow cause her brow to raise, not that it’s inherently weird. she can’t imagine what it’s like to have noise all the time though. if anything, it tells her that this silence that this town’s known for is not normal. it only increases her urge to get out while she can.

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yo, so i kind of burned myself out with writing. i mean, i don’t think it’s that much of a surprise considering how many blogs i have. that being said, i’m taking a week long mini-hiatus. i may do drafts, but they’ll be sporadic and come as i have muse for them. i’m not pressuring myself to jump back into this as i want to write my characters right, and not pump out half-assed stuff. my sk*ype is ‘ZWHACKED’ & it’s always open if you want to keep in touch. 

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█▐  dismemberings

           Syrup oozes out like blood when Gene cuts into his pancakes            and he spears a chunk on his fork and makes it disappear.            Having his mouth full doesn’t seem to stop him from talking,            even if his cheek is stuffed like a mama hamster’s after biting            her baby’s head off.

          “Yeah, Miami’s okay,” he says, only slightly muffled. He swallows.            It’s easy to forget that he’s a long way from home when the beer            is the same and the pancakes are the same. The sky, whether            blue or pink or orange or black, is the same too and so are the            cold grimy tiles of a motel bathroom floor when he’s lying on it            waiting for the acid to wear off. He’s not homesick.

          “Long story, he says, and he eyes the waitress with his least            predatory smirk. Contrary to popular belief, he had been            charming once. “Sometimes you just need some time out,            you know? I got a lot goin’ on, sugar. I like dead.”

  home sick and sick of home are two different things, and sherice is controlled by the latter though there’s not an iota of courage within her to leave. she has to stay, and she’ll blame everyone else in order to evade the truth. the eighteen year old’s afraid of leaving. so she lives vicariously through the wanderers, like this man, who travel into town. while they may seem unremarkable, they’re nothing if not interesting to the fawn of the diner. as he smiles, her own tugs at the corners of her lips. for a girl with dark thoughts, she’s sure got a pretty smile.    when he says he likes dead, she almost says ‘me too’. however she’s under the naive assumption that he’s in fact, talking about this town.  ❛ long story? i got another hour and a half, and you came during our lowest time, ❜ a quick glance over the rather homey diner proves her point. this place is absent of life save this man, and a few stragglers that are out of her designated area. her smile widens slightly, eyes glancing him over,  ❛ the quiet’ll eventually get to ya. it always does. ❜

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█▐ @usedtobeanurse

   ❛ alex, ❜ sherice steps into the infirmary area timidly, she doesn’t want to be a bother but with the last ‘offering’ to the saviors she doesn’t have the medical equipment she’d procured on a run with jesus. her hand’s been sliced pretty badly and while she enjoys the sight of blood to some extent... it’s not a fatal injury. she doesn’t want it to get infected.  ❛ y’got stitches? ❜

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█▐  @primalveined

  sherice isn’t old enough to be at a bar in dallas, but her fake id says otherwise. she says she’s got a babyface, that she can’t help her genetics but there’s something wrong in seeing a girl who looks that much downing shots of whiskey rather than the fruity drinks of girls who look similar. she wants to forget. when she spots a pair of eyes on her she raises a brow,  ❛ somethin’ wrong? ❜

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█▐  @artisxagni

   ❛ so do you write your own songs or do you just sing? ❜

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█▐  @dasvidaniyafuckboy

  ❛ one, you’re dog is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen - also how is it not dyin’ with the heat? ❜