Feb 21, 2016
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“This is not what it looks like.”
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@mediumflair -- bc i can.
“This is not what it looks like.”
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“Ultimate personality test: do you prefer coffee or redbull?”
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“ -------- y’just looked like you needed one. if you’re having a rough day we can always talk, y’know. i’ll even buy you coffee, cuz i’m nice like that.”
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DIVINE recognized DIVINE && powerful. the spirits of the long deceased hovered around the stranger he saw. the BEAUTIFUL stranger seemingly staring into space, but JOZIAH knew otherwise. so, with a kick in his step he sits himself down on an empty seat next to him. “ the voices can get annoying, right ? “
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“Hello, Mr. Nahas...” She tentatively stepped inside, hugging her arms. Her hair was damp from the storm that streaked the sky in streaks of white. “I’m glad you agreed to see me,” she spoke softly. Her eyes were hollow. DEAD. If it wasn’t for her furled, concerned brow, she would have looked absolutely apathetic. She came here trying to contact her first victim Amber Cross, who she claims was an old friend. She had been having too many dreams of the girl she murdered out in the woods. Was she haunting her while she slept? Maybe this would serve as a good story she could sell. Or perhaps a poem. Lately, she was running dry on ideas and her agent was expecting a new piece of work in the near future.
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“You look TIRED --”
She can tell. Because she generally looks the same, and if you ask on any given day -- she’s probably gone three nights without sleep. Still, it’s presumptuous, she supposes. Oh well.
he’d heard whispers about the boy who could hear the dead, who could contact them and speak to them as if they were still a tactile creature. at first, he’d refused to believe it - ( the dead are DEAD, kaspar, you need know this ) - couldn’t be someone with such a g i f t, but desperation got the best of him. he had to know if they were okay. his FAMILY, all dead, buried six, seven, eight hundred feet under - wants to know if heaven’s been kind to them. he lurks, a shadow with an ever beating pulse, gaze sharp as the DAGGERS that once met his flesh before he steps in to the boy’s line of sight. ❛ is it true? that you can contact the dead. ❜
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