The Devil's in the DetailsLight rose through the slats in the floor, illuminating my thoughts as it reached into each crease in my skin with tapering tentacled fingers. It was too early to be awake and hungover. I reached over to the empty pie tin I'd been using as an ash tray for the past three days, cringing at the metallic kbang that popped the air as my questing fingers nudged a dent into an opposing direction.The party had been a bad idea. Charlie's parties were always a bad idea, and I always went. The cycle was as vicious as it was unavoidable. He hired DJs that should have gone back to high school and ma
You're Not AloneAs he lead me up the stairs, I found myself thinking of Giovanni in a less harsh, stylized light. I'd been too hard on him before, it was clear now. He wasn't crazy, I was just hard to deal with "Which one is your room?" I asked, keeping my free hand behind my back. After the baby's mother had whisked him off, I'd gone back to feeling small and doll-like. It didn't help that Gio was holding my hand, but I understood why he was doing it now, so I let it go without complaint.He pointed, then sped up and suddenly stopped in front of a door with a biohazard stick at his eye level. "This one. I have a lot of books."After a few mom
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 6For what could have been anywhere between twenty minutes and five hours, Taivuttaa lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to breath. It was much more difficult than he would have expected it to be, but at least it stopped him from thinking about anything else. He didn't have asthma, or allergies, and he was fairly certain it wasn't a panic attack. No, the problem was quite without a definite cause, and so should not have existed, logically. He crossed his eyes trying to glare at his chest, then eventually gave it up as impossible when his head started to hurt.Sleep refused to come.
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*words desert Casey*