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Started March 31, 2019 by @Starfast group

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There was never a trauma, or trigger. Everything just kind of came, from me. I kind of scare myself.

"Dean that's more likely to get us killed."
"Only if we get caught."
"The chances of us not getting caught are so small even a microscope can't see them."
"But there's still a chance."

“Gays?”

“No, you thick asshole!” Avitas looked exasperated. “Not gays! Poor guys. Guys who live in the slums. They don’t help us, they hurt us. Doesn’t matter why we’ve come to them. They just punish everyone involved and call it justice.”

"You seem a little overwhelmed."
"Well, after the barn exploded, the truck broke down, the cows ran through the garden, the president was assassinated, Russia invaded, aliens made contact, and we learned that the world was ending, I got a little overwhelmed."
"Understandable."

Giving a snarl, Meister retreated back into his normal form. "If it were up to me, I would've eaten you long ago."

Carefully, Sorrel lifted his son's body from the sands of the shore. Star laid there, limp as a noodle, not even barely breathing. "Star, son, you aren't supposed to leave before I do! You were supposed to grow up, live out your dreams, become that astronomy museum boss you've always wanted to be!" He cried, only to notice Star's body losing its last drops of pigment. "It wasn't supposed to be this way," He whispered.

For the eyes of the morgue always see the living.

For the eyes of the morgue always see the living.

Honestly I love this in all of its beautiful, dark forms-

(Wut.)

(That was a very random segment lmao. The line before had been "guys like me!" they're talking about the police of their world, who are known as Enforcers)

"Oh dear," he sighed looking up at the ship as it burst into flames. "Welp… I guess I'm walking then."

For the eyes of the morgue always see the living.

Honestly I love this in all of its beautiful, dark forms-

(Aww, thanks. <3)

She waves from the ground and runs away.

She was no longer Josefina. She no longer belonged to the cross.

She’s Jojo. She belongs to the rebellion.

((For context: Her birth name is Josefina de la Cruz. After running away, she takes on the name (used as a stage name) Jojo de la Rebelión. "de la Cruz" means "of the cross" "de la Rebelión" means "of the rebellion"))

Saha whipped around upon hearing something stumble over behind her.

Wind whistled as they small group moved across the swinging bridge that creeked under them. "Tolkalee!" Taca suddenly snapped, her knuckles white as she tightened her grip on the ropes. The group stopped and Tolkalee poked his around the two people in between them.
"Yeah? What's wrong?" he asked sounding extremely calm.
"You're the one who decided we should take this route right?" Her voice alone told how scared and high strung she was.
"I am the one who chose this route yes," Tolkalee nodded. "It's the safest way into the territory."
"You call walking across a 400 year old bridge over a huge chasm of death safe?"

Imma share the first line of my story cuz it’s more interesting:

I’ve always wanted to eat a snail, like escargot or whatever. Never thought it would be the other way around.
So I know what you’re thinking…

Not bad.

I had only been living there for a week when I realized something was horribly wrong about this house.

"Oh for pete's sake," he flailed his arms in exasperation. "For once in your miserable lives be smarter than four year olds with sticks."
"Okay mister smarty, what do you think we should do then," Kinashki snapped, slamming his hand on the table.

“Well, he did say that only you would be able to find it,” Kit said.
“Right, and who knows what that means?”
“You, presumably.”

"So the kingdom will fall apart if I fall for the stable boy, but it's fine for Eleanor to bed the fool?" Georgie asked, his face flushing as he stood. The king's fork slipped from his grasp, and Arthur Nest choked on his wine. Eleanor let out a squeak and seemed to shrink into herself as King Phillip stood and stalked towards her.
"Is he telling the truth?" Phillip said, his voice stern and low. Eleanor nodded, tears in her eyes. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. "Go to your chambers now, you useless girl, or the next thing that will be delivered to the table is the fool's head." Eleanor stood and left the dining hall, mustering as much dignity as she could, and the king watched her leave.
"All hopes for a marriage alliance gone, unless the Fae would content themselves with Cordelia," Phillip said sadly, and sighed as his two sons and the herald pretended to feel safe.

"I can't imagine going through school with- this." Mitch said, touching their scar. "You'd never understand." They rolled their head to look me in the eyes then went back to staring at the ceiling. "You've always been so perfect. So smart, so good-looking, so- ah shit!" They swore and covered their face with their hands. I felt my cheeks flush.

After a few minutes, they spoke again. "Hey, Jared?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you just forget what happened?"
"Uhh… no."

Micheal hates the first time his lips touch Seán’s.

He had imagined, on the moments moments he allowed himself to imagine. Something peaceful. They’d be at home, comfortable, perhaps they had something to drink. Inhibitions lowered, their hands would brush, their eyes would lock and then …

Or perhaps after work. Adrenaline rushing through their veins, still high from the thrill and it would be too much to hold back. They would meet halfway, pressing up against the wall and then …

But not this. Never this. Micheal hates it. He hates it. They should be at home, not here in this stinking alley, cold and alone with the sound of gunfire still echoed in his ears as Micheal tries to count - 28… 29… 30… Come on Seán, please breathe for me.

(Please edit - this is the whole story and I have no clue how to edit)

shit dude you made me sad why'd you do that
For the bit 'Come on Seán, please breathe for me.', is Michael saying that or is it part of the narration?

shit dude you made me sad why'd you do that
For the bit 'Come on Seán, please breathe for me.', is Michael saying that or is it part of the narration?

its a narration. The who thing is Micheal thinking

Jackson wasn't sure what was more shocking: the fact that he'd nearly died for the second time in his life, or the fact that Victor of all people, lanky and scrawny Victor, had managed to break his ribs doing CPR.

"If I had known what I was creating then, do you think I would have? Do you think I would have?"