tick, tick, ticking. sounds won’t stop. SMASHED the rolex already – what’s that noise ?! the ghost moans in AGONY. scratch, scratch, scratching his skin. can’t take no more, needs to get OUT. stomach growls – STARVING ( again ). tut tut, too early, no good PREY. just skinny BITCHES with dumb kale smoothies. PRETTY – very pretty, but only to touch, rarely good to TASTE. ghost cries out again, S C R E A M S and YELLS and BREAKS momma’s ugly old vase. why’d he keep it ?? who knows – maybe for this. sounds finally cease and quiet consumes. back to staring at the wall ( ‘ help me!! ’ ) and w a i t i n g for the tick, tick, ticking to return.
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* @occultiist
❛ Listen, I’m not done there. Not only do I have no conditions that need to be met, you’ll be the lucky gal who gets to sit in this car beside this handsome fella. All you have to do is have a coffee with me. I promise that I don’t plan on murdering you. ❜ No, I’ll leave the slaughter to Petra.
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* CLOSED * @hellfervor ( @undcfeated )
Spindly digits c l a w at the sheets ( silk ) as downtrodden eyes flutter open and shut. Can’t stop fidgeting!! The GHOST boy peers up at his twin and let’s out a sigh. A groan escapes dry and cracked lips; the vision of DEPRAVITY. ❛ I’m fuckin’ STARVING, and BORED--restless, in PAIN and, did I mention I need to fuckin’ eat something?? But yeah, other than that, nothing new, ❜ he wines, tongue coating words with equal parts irritation and sarcasm. The boy’s laying on his back, head on his sister’s stomach, with hands pressed against his abdomen; as if the pressure might relieve some of the stabbing feeling of NOTHINGNESS overwhelming his CHEST, STOMACH, and heart. ❛ What about you?? Do anything FUN today, do anyONE fun?? ❜
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*falls in love with the attention you give me but not with you*
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tick, tick, ticking. sounds won’t stop. SMASHED the rolex already -- what’s that noise ?! the ghost moans in AGONY. scratch, scratch, scratching his skin. can’t take no more, needs to get OUT. stomach growls -- STARVING ( again ). tut tut, too early, no good PREY. just skinny BITCHES with dumb kale smoothies. PRETTY -- very pretty, but only to touch, rarely good to TASTE. ghost cries out again, S C R E A M S and YELLS and BREAKS momma’s ugly old vase. why’d he keep it ?? who knows -- maybe for this. sounds finally cease and quiet consumes. back to staring at the wall ( ‘ help me!! ’ ) and w a i t i n g for the tick, tick, ticking to return.
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