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                                                            Like a PHOENIX IGNITION                                                                Like a    CREMATORIUM                                                               Like the swelling Volition                                                            From the BARREL OF A GUN                                                   From the ASHES AND THE AMBER’S                                                            LIKE A ROCKET I’LL ascend

                  𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔.

                                                                           — 𝙷𝙿 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝

1. “How can you be nervous with a beautiful sunset like that?” 

2. “I’m fucking nervous, _____. I feel like I’m gonna vomit.” 

3. “Welcome to ______. We’re all assholes here. None of us believe in ghosts. Population: me.” 

4. “You know what, ______, I’m not trying to scare you, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this one.” 

5. “Oh, _____. You’ve outdumbed yourself.” 

6. “Do you ever think _____ watches these videos and is disappointed in you?” 

7. “If you don’t believe, then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right? You can be as big a prick as you want. I’ll stand over here.” 

8. “You want me off this bridge, you’re gonna have to kill me!” 

9. “Talking to the ______. Opening up a line of communication. ______ would be very disappointed.” 

10. “Shut the fuck up. I’m gonna murder you.” 

11. “I don’t even have my hand ready on my pistol.” 

12. “You know, if you want me off your bridge, you’re gonna have to throw me off.” 

13. “We’ll be back, ______. This is, after all, our bridge now.” 

14. “No, it’s not an effective technique. It’s a way to get killed.” 

15. “When was the last time you walked into a dark wood?” 

16. “This is so much scarier than hunting fuckin’ Sasquatch.” 

17. “Give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous. I would appreciate that.” 

18. “You’re like one of those carwash blowy things that’s out front just wigglin’ around.” 

19. “Anyone doing up to no good out here?” 

20. “There’s something over there. I don’t know what it is, but the bushes are moving.”

21. “We’re here for the cult stuff? We saw the ad on Craigslist.” 

22. “They wouldn’t be hiding in the bushes, would they?” 

23. “This looks fun. This odd collection of branches. It looks like a witch lair or something.” 

24. “You can’t be doing occult stuff like this. It’s a week night.” 

25. “I’m just picturing being surrounded by cultists right now, and it’s freaking me the fuck out.” 

26. “Ouija? I’ve done it before. It’s a blast.”    

27. “I’m scared to use a Ouija board in the comfort of my own home. I never thought the first time I would ever use a Ouija board would be here.” 

28. “I’m about to die for the internet.” 

29. “You put salt around us. Doesn’t that mean ______ can’t get to the Ouija board?” 

30. “If you can’t spell your name then this bridge is officially mine.” 

31. “You’re not going to say mean things to it on your way out?” 

32. “Just gloat a little bit. This is a win for you.” 

33. “As we snuff these candles, so too do we snuff you from this mortal world… you fucking wimp.” 

                  𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔.

                                                                           — 𝙷𝙿 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝

if I follow you, it means I enjoy your character/writing but it doesn’t always mean we have to rp if you’re selective or if you have no interest. that is totally okay. i just like reading your stuff because you’re amazing.

BUT

                  𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔.

                                                                           — 𝙷𝙿 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝

Her eldest brother, Liam, is often in and out because of work and working with distributors for his moonshine. 

Liz, having gotten too used to just living out of her car since she graduated, struggles to find a place she truly can call home. She never feels comfortable in cities, yet, she cannot handle rural areas anymore. 

So, she had taken it upon herself to just keep driving. And alongside her novels, she started to write a small travel blog using her actual name. Reviews of local eateries, the small bed and breakfasts she has taken to staying in.