And Your Bird Can Sing - 25 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 25
With the door securely locked, I rushed back to the bedroom and tried to straighten myself before entering. Paul was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking even more dishelved than before. There was a comfortable smirk on his face. "Hullo, beautiful," he cooed slyly.
I was immediately suspicious. "Hi, handsome. What are you up to, then?" He rested his head on his shoulder, watching closely as I walked over and took a seat. "Oh, nothin'." He sounded positively innocent. Directly behind him, I saw that something was missing from the curtain rod. What did I have up there, a coat? A camera?
....Shit.
--
John ran up the stairs to get his sho
Sleep. Sleep. A man looked at the sprawling camp in front of him, barely able to stay on his feet. For the first time in weeks, his dark and sunken eyes lit up. Sleep. If his voice allowed, it would only say one word. Sleep.
The other refugees began taking notice to the man standing behind the gate. Tall, bone-thin, pale white. His shirt, one that he had grabbed just a few days before, was already stained crimson. In his shaking hand were the mangled remains of a cricket bat, swung one too many times. Some within the compound stared indignantly, some with a sick fascination, others carried on after a moment, pretending he wasn't there. After
And Your Bird Can Sing - 24 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 24
It's not that Paul's a bad driver. No, he's decent enough. He just likes to go fast. Too fast. Even on the highway. Once we got to the apartment building, all I could do was grab him by the shoulders and give him a big kiss. "What was that for?", he laughed once I pulled away. "Not crashing," I beamed with relief, sinking back into the seat, "You must be insane!" He just kept smiling, taking the keys out of the ignition, "Well, not entirely. And I'd never crash with you in the car." I looked him over once. A joke of course, but there seemed to be an underlying sincerity to it. Once he looked back to me, I gave him a second kiss, "That's very
And Your Bird Can Sing - 23 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 23
Now that we had this mildly dangerous plan, it was only natural to follow through with it. As we stood infront of the door, I couldn't help but feel nervous. "I'm not sure Brian will say 'yes' to this," I gave a wary smile. Of course I'd love to be alone wiht Paul, but instead of what would be happening behind closed doors, there were two people on my mind: Brian and Gwen. Based on what I'd seen of the manager, he came off as an uptight dad kind of guy. A very cultured one, but still. And Gwen was a wild card, I had no idea if she were home or not. Take them out, you still have fans to worry about. Paul just shot back with that bright smile,
And Your Bird Can Sing - 22 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 22
Sometime after the whateverthehells were exchanged and drinks finished, the two of us just laid on the bed in a comfortable silence. Sure, it was probably foolish to feel so content with this man who I'd only known for about six days, but whatever weary thoughts I had were ignored. Paul rested his head on my chest, (it wsa impossible to not twirl his hair with my fingers), and he held onto my hand. It was an oddly peaceful moment. To be honest, a silly little thought was floating around my mind that if I never had to leave, I wouldn't.
Of course something would happen to ruin it. The door flew open, revealing a graying man with horn-rimmed g
And Your Bird Can Sing - 20 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 20
The cop looked from Paul to me, then back to Paul, then back to me once more. A comically frustrated look came upon his face, "Oh, okay, sorry then". With that, he fixed his belt and left. I felt a bit bad. Sure, if I told the truth I'd be walking back home right now, but he was just trying to do his job.
When the blue man went away, Paul pulled me closer. I looked up at him, smile returning to my face. He kissed me lightly , "Hullo, love."
"Hello, Paul.", I said softly, to which my inner cynic rolled her eyes.
The bassist pulled back slightly and brought his left hand from my lower back. I let out a little 'oh!' of slight surprise. He did
And Your Bird Can Sing - 19 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 19
Two days spent listening to mainstream radio stations later, I found myself walking down an alien street in Bel-Air. Every once and a while I'd turn around in search of my landlord's busted-up DeSoto, whenever my mind wandered back to the subject of how I'd get back home. It was times like that when I wished we actually bought a car instead of a t.v. and new matresses.
But I quickly got a feel of where I was based on the rather vauge directions Paul gave me last night, ("And you just go straight from there for a couple'a streets. You'll probably know which one we're on...Are you sure you don't need a ride?", "Don't worry, I'll get there. You
And Your Bird Can Sing - 18 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 18
The car ride was just as dull and awkward as I expected. Tom was oddly silent, which made me feel even more uncomfortable. Sure, he's not a very talkative guy, but I'd think he'd say something. It made me feel like I did something wrong. Perhaps it was the slight guilt trip I'd sent him on. Or maybe he can read minds and heard the groin attack thing.
When we got caught in the dying remnants of the afternoon highway commute, I'd had enough of the quiet. "Mind if I, uh, turn on the radio?", I asked in a painfully sheepish voice that came as a surprise. There wasn't anything to be nervous about. Tom gave a shrug and forced a smile in my directi
And Your Bird Can Sing - 17-2 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 17-2
Apparently I had done something to piss off a god. Probably the overly prissy son-of-a-bitch my dad prays to. But in any case, I must say that I have never hauled ass so quickly before in my life. Honestly, I think I dropped a couple pounds from all the exersize that day.
I turned quickly into the bathroom and slipped on the newly-formed puddle occupying the linoleum floor, letting out a startled yelp before crashing to the ground. I will not repeat the sentences that followed this event, because I'd rather you hold onto your soul. However, I can tell you that it was the exact moment I swore revenge on my baby-faced suitor, having pinpointe
And Your Bird Can Sing - 25 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 25
With the door securely locked, I rushed back to the bedroom and tried to straighten myself before entering. Paul was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking even more dishelved than before. There was a comfortable smirk on his face. "Hullo, beautiful," he cooed slyly.
I was immediately suspicious. "Hi, handsome. What are you up to, then?" He rested his head on his shoulder, watching closely as I walked over and took a seat. "Oh, nothin'." He sounded positively innocent. Directly behind him, I saw that something was missing from the curtain rod. What did I have up there, a coat? A camera?
....Shit.
--
John ran up the stairs to get his sho
Sleep. Sleep. A man looked at the sprawling camp in front of him, barely able to stay on his feet. For the first time in weeks, his dark and sunken eyes lit up. Sleep. If his voice allowed, it would only say one word. Sleep.
The other refugees began taking notice to the man standing behind the gate. Tall, bone-thin, pale white. His shirt, one that he had grabbed just a few days before, was already stained crimson. In his shaking hand were the mangled remains of a cricket bat, swung one too many times. Some within the compound stared indignantly, some with a sick fascination, others carried on after a moment, pretending he wasn't there. After
And Your Bird Can Sing - 24 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 24
It's not that Paul's a bad driver. No, he's decent enough. He just likes to go fast. Too fast. Even on the highway. Once we got to the apartment building, all I could do was grab him by the shoulders and give him a big kiss. "What was that for?", he laughed once I pulled away. "Not crashing," I beamed with relief, sinking back into the seat, "You must be insane!" He just kept smiling, taking the keys out of the ignition, "Well, not entirely. And I'd never crash with you in the car." I looked him over once. A joke of course, but there seemed to be an underlying sincerity to it. Once he looked back to me, I gave him a second kiss, "That's very
And Your Bird Can Sing - 23 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 23
Now that we had this mildly dangerous plan, it was only natural to follow through with it. As we stood infront of the door, I couldn't help but feel nervous. "I'm not sure Brian will say 'yes' to this," I gave a wary smile. Of course I'd love to be alone wiht Paul, but instead of what would be happening behind closed doors, there were two people on my mind: Brian and Gwen. Based on what I'd seen of the manager, he came off as an uptight dad kind of guy. A very cultured one, but still. And Gwen was a wild card, I had no idea if she were home or not. Take them out, you still have fans to worry about. Paul just shot back with that bright smile,
And Your Bird Can Sing - 22 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 22
Sometime after the whateverthehells were exchanged and drinks finished, the two of us just laid on the bed in a comfortable silence. Sure, it was probably foolish to feel so content with this man who I'd only known for about six days, but whatever weary thoughts I had were ignored. Paul rested his head on my chest, (it wsa impossible to not twirl his hair with my fingers), and he held onto my hand. It was an oddly peaceful moment. To be honest, a silly little thought was floating around my mind that if I never had to leave, I wouldn't.
Of course something would happen to ruin it. The door flew open, revealing a graying man with horn-rimmed g
And Your Bird Can Sing - 20 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 20
The cop looked from Paul to me, then back to Paul, then back to me once more. A comically frustrated look came upon his face, "Oh, okay, sorry then". With that, he fixed his belt and left. I felt a bit bad. Sure, if I told the truth I'd be walking back home right now, but he was just trying to do his job.
When the blue man went away, Paul pulled me closer. I looked up at him, smile returning to my face. He kissed me lightly , "Hullo, love."
"Hello, Paul.", I said softly, to which my inner cynic rolled her eyes.
The bassist pulled back slightly and brought his left hand from my lower back. I let out a little 'oh!' of slight surprise. He did
And Your Bird Can Sing - 19 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 19
Two days spent listening to mainstream radio stations later, I found myself walking down an alien street in Bel-Air. Every once and a while I'd turn around in search of my landlord's busted-up DeSoto, whenever my mind wandered back to the subject of how I'd get back home. It was times like that when I wished we actually bought a car instead of a t.v. and new matresses.
But I quickly got a feel of where I was based on the rather vauge directions Paul gave me last night, ("And you just go straight from there for a couple'a streets. You'll probably know which one we're on...Are you sure you don't need a ride?", "Don't worry, I'll get there. You
And Your Bird Can Sing - 18 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 18
The car ride was just as dull and awkward as I expected. Tom was oddly silent, which made me feel even more uncomfortable. Sure, he's not a very talkative guy, but I'd think he'd say something. It made me feel like I did something wrong. Perhaps it was the slight guilt trip I'd sent him on. Or maybe he can read minds and heard the groin attack thing.
When we got caught in the dying remnants of the afternoon highway commute, I'd had enough of the quiet. "Mind if I, uh, turn on the radio?", I asked in a painfully sheepish voice that came as a surprise. There wasn't anything to be nervous about. Tom gave a shrug and forced a smile in my directi
And Your Bird Can Sing - 17-2 by GrandmaCreepy, literature
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And Your Bird Can Sing - 17-2
Apparently I had done something to piss off a god. Probably the overly prissy son-of-a-bitch my dad prays to. But in any case, I must say that I have never hauled ass so quickly before in my life. Honestly, I think I dropped a couple pounds from all the exersize that day.
I turned quickly into the bathroom and slipped on the newly-formed puddle occupying the linoleum floor, letting out a startled yelp before crashing to the ground. I will not repeat the sentences that followed this event, because I'd rather you hold onto your soul. However, I can tell you that it was the exact moment I swore revenge on my baby-faced suitor, having pinpointe
Going off medication is like riding a bike.
The doctor holds tight to my handlebars and lowers my dosage. The training wheels are off, and oh hey, look at me go! It's like flying but not, and I'm doing so well but then there's a horrible accident and I'm somehow upside down at the bottom of the sea with both wheels still spinning.
"Help," I say, and my doctor pats my head, puts a band-aid on my knee, and writes a note on my chart.
I've balanced by myself for months at a time, but I always end up hitting a fucking tree or falling off a cliff or something equally catastrophic because I am a catastrophic person. Except that is an exaggeration
Dies my heart this weary night,
And many things i want out of sight.
My heart is dark, my hands are cold,
My eyes are watery, blue ,and bold.
My mind is wandering while I weep,
I lost my love, now I try to go to sleep.
I awake to the day of break,
of broken hearts, some cold as stone.
I am dreary and weary,
can someone mend my heart before dyeing?
My Heart is Broken, i am dyeing inside,
someone please save me as i cry.
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Disco, Classical, Metal, etc. Favourite style of art: Any. MP3 player of choice: The cheap one I can afford. Shell of choice: Turtle. Wallpaper of choice: Floral. Skin of choice: Any, as long as it covers up all the muscle. Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny Personal Quote: "So.... that camera was on? FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--"
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dali
Favourite Movies
The Gold Rush, Head, Monsieur Verdoux, One Week, etc.
I'm still alive!
And I promise to one day update the stories again! But between school and Tumbling*, large absences like that last one are to be expected. I'll be a lot more active during the summer. Just two more months left!
Hopefully you all won't abandon me by then :D
(* And you can find said Tumblr here: http://audi-nihil-mali.tumblr.com/ I'm a shitload more active there than anywhere else. Sorry for everything, I'll give you cookies to repay you.)
I've had ten of the gummy ones. And according to my mother, I am going to die.
NOREGRETS.
In today's news:
-I have a Tumblr! It's 98% as fangirly and creepy as my DA account.
apostropheandcomma.tumblr.com
Contrary to popular belief, I am not dead. As far as you know. But it would be cool if I were, then I'd be able t haunt you guys. Though the internets. By closing your web-pages while you're writing or playing "Rev. 9" when you're on at 2 a.m.
But I digress.
First off: Happy New Year, etc etc.
Secondly: I'll try to post regularly again. No promises, as demonstrated before, I suck at keeping them. But Revolvers is still a go, I love mein zombies too much. Now I'll get that new chapter out, as I said I would many years ago.
To anyone who actually gives a damn, I love you :heart: