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Honest-Essay: for bloopbleepMy name is Stella, but everyone call me Seer because I prefer that (not because it's my screen name, heh). I'm eighteen and I got a job in a kinda call it psychology clinic. Not a mental hospital, just a clinic where you can check up about your mental situation. If you're crazy you gonna be sent to the real mental hospital, but we rarely find people like that.
I just a assistant for one of the shrinks there. Her name is Dr. Littlefoots. Her name sounds weird, eh? But she's really as weird as her name was. Sometimes I think that she must spend some time in the mental hospital. I ever came there, my dad usually delivers some medicine there when he was still same age as me.
And don't ask me about how was it there. I won't tell you how creepy it was.
Okay, picking my ex-partner's (Atash's) quote, no longer talking about that shit.
I just wanna tell you this story.
I know these two guys, they look like twins (the difference between them just the hair color) but actually (I thin
The Last PulseBillie/Mike
"How is he...?" Mike saw the doctor standing in front of the hospital room door.
Without waiting for the answer, Mike rushed inside the room, ignoring the doctor shouting at him to stop. Mike shut the door and locked it behind him.
Mike felt his breath stop when he saw the scene.
Below all the machines that could help someone recover from even the worst accident, there was Billie Joe, lying on the bed, eyes shut. There were blue-green tubes attached to a machine and plugged into the wounded man's nostrils.
"Bee!" Mike slowly walked towards the bed. Tears built up in his eyes as he saw his lover's eyes open and his bruised lips start to move.
"Mikey... why are you here?"
Mike was too emotional to answer.
"And why are you crying? Come here, Mike."
Mike pulled up a chair and sat next to Billie's bed. Billie reached out and stroked Mike's hair, and Mike put his head to his chest. Mike could hear Billie's pulse, slow and in order.
"I might be dead any minute now," Billie
Scars and Bruises"Billie Joe, are you okay?" Mike ran towards his bestfriend including his boyfriend. Billie was walking through Mike's front garden when Mike saw that his lover wasn't in a good condition as he used to be.
He's fucking right.
Mike startled when he saw Billie's face and body. He just wore his boxers. Scars crossed irregularly in his chest and belly, his green eyes got purple shades of bruises below them, his lips were tore and bleeding a lot, his hair was sticky with blood and his face swelled.
Mike's hands flew to his own mouth dramatically when he heard Billie whine something oddly before fainted in front of Mike. Fortunately Mike got enough energy to carry his boyfriend bridal-style, sneaking to his house. He never wanted to be seen by his mom carrying Billie Joe in this severe condition because it gonna be very bad.
"Mikey?" Billie Joe sighed slowly when he saw Mike lying next to him.
"Hi there, sweetheart. Feels better?" Mike bent on his hand and stared to Billie's green eyes.
Haunted House 6"God, it must be Tre!" Mike exclaimed. "That brunette bastard! He must be tried to climb up here and failed! What the fuck, he gonna woke the house up!"
Billie giggled softly, felt a bit upset and relieved at the same time. Upset because Tre bothered his 'time' with Mike, but also relieved because Tre made him didn't get to tell Mike his secret, with Fink.
"So, you both gotta go. I'll be alright, I swear." Mike stared at those green eyes. His eyes filled with disbelief, but he leaned over and kissed Billie's cheek.
"Tell us later." He jumped off the window and Billie could hear his voice scolded Tre for being clumsy. He giggled a while before his jaw was covered by something.
Some kind of...tail!
"Fink!" he muffled.
Fink spend most of his early years in the attic. His family detained him almost all day after his mom saw his tail. His father didn't take him to the farm anymore, his mom just talked a few to him, and William wasn't allowed to see to his twin sibling.
At first Willia
Haunted House 5Drew and Lavina Armstrong were great parents. They took care of the twins with much of love and many things that every kids love. William and Fink grew up with much affection and love that can't be describe and imagined by many people.
But that just occurred for just a few years. Especially for Fink. At his first years, he grew up as good as his twin sibling, William. They went to the farm together with their father; they went to school and got many good friends.
That started when Lavina realized something odd on one of her sons. Actually Fink looked as normal as William, but something was growing up on him, on his body. Until she saw it clearly.
"Drew, darling! Our son has a tail!"
After that Lavina lost her consciousness.
Billie Joe was sleeping when he heard something cracked up near him. Slowly he opened his eyes and saw someone next to his bed. At first he thought it was a thief so he tried to scream.
His voice was detained by two palms which covered to his mouth.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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